there was this
guy, probably
not a day over 
40 or so. he 
looked like 
everyone had 
envied him in
a past life. 
people at work
would just ask
if he was tired. 
and he would 
nod, knowing
that it was yes
and no at the
same time.

after he spilled
his brains out
in his wife's 
beauty salon,
telling her he 
was tired of
waiting on 
everything,
they said she
went home and 
put on a new 
dress and that 
was that.

when i heard
about it, i could
only lift my hands
in some prayer
to no one in 
particular
that wherever
he was going, 
someone 
would ask how
his day went.

how final is it,
(i thought)
eternity? 
i refuse to 
believe it is
final enough. 

after we have 
accounted for 
all of our steps
and have said
everything we 
ever wanted
to say.

it is here,
after all,
where we 
begin.