So when the time shall come
I shall be ready
no more tears...
no more fears...
no more cravings...to reconcile
no more lies...to parse
A veil of deceit has been lifted...
pregnant pauses have been sifted
At the end ...all that's left is bare bone
Shadows of a past...tattered and torn
With pen in hand...
poised to sign for one last time...
a name that is no longer mine...
Leaving but a spot...
In the history of my time...
A mark... A blemish ... a blot...
A place holder for what I thought
was sublime