just a short story
with multiple characters
that leaves you hanging
about the various plots
since it ends so abruptly
aging
change management…
the dialogue’s changed
from plans for the next ten years
to the last ten years
initiate plan b…
child
i am so upset
all
my retirement plans
have been
turned
upside down
i had
just
located
the perfect flat
in
tokyo
but
now
the whole
thing’s
questionable
no
it’s not
the economy
i
just saw
plan 75
and
now
all i can
think
is
me
in
wasabi
flavored
soylent green
error of judgment…
harsh words said to friends
casting them as enemies
lingers in the mind
long after their flesh grows cold
then you’ll know your enemies
the abbey…
fragments of the past
still remain for us to see
truth is nothing’s there
for all the lives that made it
have vanished into god’s dust
warranty expired …
medical treatment
denied
you’re
a data point
outside
the life table
those
actuarial data
suggest
that you
should be
dead
or
at least
curled up in a ball
and
dying
not showing up
at
the hospital
with
a downhill
mountain bike
leg injury
engaging but predictable…
although the ending
has been
figured out
most people
seek to delay
reading
that final page
opting
to
reread
earlier chapters
wondering
how the outcome
might have been
different
maybe
a change in
dialogues
or
characters
would have altered
the conclusion
but
more likely
such changes
would have only
added
a chapter or two
without
affecting the end
plus
the current list
of
scenes
protagonists
and
antagonists
is what
has made
the book
so interesting
had we not been
so
engaged in the text
we
might
have noticed
how quickly
the end
was approaching
oh
even
scribbling
analytical notes
in
the margins
has not changed
what’s
on those
final lines
and
yet
we tarry
on
that
next to last page
our fingers poised
to turn
the page
afraid
of
what
we
know
by process of elimination…
sitting
alone
capturing
broken images
reliving a life
in
slow motion
that
has passed
all
too quickly
then
realizing
tomorrow’s fading
yesterday
is
meaningless
today
is
what’s left
one ticket per customer…
still laughing aloud
riding life’s merry-go-round
don’t
want to get off
the view’s
pretty much the same
but
it’s more pleasant than death’s
a love poem…
love of my life
a phrase
initially
used
as
a promissory note
to be
fulfilled
with
the passage
of
time
however
it may
casually signify
the status
of
any of a class
of
people
places
or
things
at
some specific point
in
time
like a child
grandchild
a pet
or
an unrequited love
feelings
which may
or
may not
change
over time
but sometimes
the words
reflect the richness
someone
has brought
to the lifetime
of
another person
far beyond
all the physical
representations
of love
an unmatched
deep emotion
like what i
feel for you
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