like any other

and i made it to
another thursday

swallowing disappointment
and accomplishment
all the same

upon the day
anyone in your life can decide
to pick up and leave

tis the heartbreak
and triumph
of human will

to let go
of eras
that were never defined
until now

you never know what
your voice will sound like
until it comes out

a day like any other
soon becomes
shrouded in change
and you know
life continues
to never be the same

the strength it takes
to accept
personal self interest

to be swift
upon exit
before you
meant it

the lives we mend
and bonds we forge
to seek
to complete
to fill the empty
to be drunk on full
to know in not knowing
to become the
better versions of
ourselves
to escape the mundane reality
of comfort

the great divide
of past and future
and i wonder
where my curtain call is

could i muster
the strength to
walk away
as so many of done
revisit once a year
and continue on
in a foreign jeer

leaving blood left
lying open
from the hearts
of the matter

instead
i just hide
the misses
and secretly wish
to be taken back
to the place i was before
before i had to save face to operate
before i had the chance
to realize
too many last times

a day like any other

i could crumble
i could run

or i could
take the tools of the trade
and persevere

the decision has been made
and i admire my waving hand