Eras End

Eras end.
Sometimes
without the courtesy of a goodbye.
Others
more slowly,
harrowing and painful.

I hang on.
Never good at goodbyes,
I can’t yank band aids off
even though I know that
slowly pulling it
is so much worse.

I know it.
But I can’t do it.

Every goodbye is
heart wrenching as
it could be the last.

We go off to work
each day cavalierly
no second thought
to an era that might end
before the day is done.

Little Timmy grew up
and gave no though
to Puff.

I lumber through grief
like Puff
hoping through tears
that Timmy come by
just one more time
but knowing
the era ended.

One comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s