Moment of Bliss

Moment of Bliss

I wish I wanted things to never change

The echo of the empty room

Reminded him of being the

First to arrive anywhere.

I wonder what it would have felt

Like to stay

Or to have left and not returned

He tiptoes along a

wire between doubt and

Expectation, dangling

A quarter inch above potential

One fewer haircut

Two fewer flights

And one more night

Would have made the

Difference- and

She knows it

And won’t admit it.

Repeat the order

Enter two rooms in the

Same evening

Just to listen and learn

In silence

Then the unnecessarily long

Route home

What would have happened

If i wouldn’t have

Left until September

Like everyone else

They shut off all the

lights

And complained about

The darkness

For years.

The stories are all

True

Or at least the intention is

Always true and usually real.

I weave in and out

Navigating the perils

And pitfalls of my own

Creation

Staring, blinkless to the

West through a

Thick and lingering

Fog of confidence-covered

Doubt.

Limiting

Limiting my vision

Blurring the distance

Gray and obscured

I approach

Not timid, not cautious.

They say there is a

Moment of bliss

Before the ending

An ending

My ending.