2 Sept 2025

The last one

 

I see you fade away

One by one

Incrementally over time

 

Both out of the blue

And as predictable as rain on a

June Sunday morning

 

I keep looking for order

Patterns

Some underlying logic to hold onto it

While you all let it slip from contented fingers

Or lying hands

Or blind eyes

 

I don’t know

Maybe there’s a truth there

Perhaps you can now sleep through the night

And wake in the morning full of love

And wonder

 

So why do I not believe that

 

Jealousy

Confusion

But I’m the smart one

            (so you say)

 

The failure remains

Of circling around to the start

Looking for tomorrow’s answers

Rather than process the day

I am actually

In

 

The failure of easy escape

Of the release

And reset

And repeat

The familiar becomes like iron

Weighted and dull

An unseen crowd laughing in the darkness

 

Waiting to die cannot be the goal

Or perhaps too much truth is just uncomfortable

For most people

 

So I remain the last of the fools

Holding onto fire and grinning through the pain

Through the fact I know

The imbalance is the one thing keeping my legs under me

 

Keeping the wheels spinning

The brain firing

The foolish heart breaking

 

Every

Single

Day

 

It is a disappointment

A mockery

A bad joke

To be the last one standing

I thought they were all smarter than that.