Indignity

around 4 am it finally comes,

it seems to take longer now,

slower, deliberate,

more mindful,

this is how it is when you get older,

the way it was meant to be;

recovery is never quite

the same;

I remember many things,

things no one knows,

things about which no one cares,

hot summer nights,

stars shining in the sky,

like newly discovered jewels,

fresh and clean,

your skin, soft and warm,

your touch;

like a long lost friend;

the end draws closer,

not much longer now,

I am ready,

the bags are all packed,

I have been waiting

for such a very long time,

soon the indignity will stop,

the suffering fade;

soon enough,

soon enough;

a quiet, peaceful sanctuary

amidst the storm,

a final sleep,

before the breaking dawn.

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