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It had to end sometime. It was either you or me.  I’ve got to do what’s best for me. For that to happen you gotta die. Yeah that’s right I said it. Shhh, don’t fight, just let it happen. We had a good run and we had fun, but the ride’s over. I had dug a hole knowing I’d have to jump in. Then I realized I could just put in it instead. A good shovel can be such a versatile tool. You never saw it coming. Bop to the head, dead. Your limp body sprawled out before me.  Funny you thought you’d live forever. Guess the joke’s on you. Don’t get me wrong, I needed you once.  We dreamed together. We created new things. We…had fun just being silly. Your time is done now. So, into the forest we go. I’ve got things to do and there’s no more room for you. I roll you over into the hole and watch you fall into the dark. It seems to take forever to fill the hole back, all the while hearing you whisper to me to take you back. But, it’s time to put away childish things. I walk away alone to join all the other murderers and liars, the adults who left their youth behind.

One Comment

    • Lynn
    • Posted July 4, 2018 at 10:25 am
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    Psst. . . . when the old man tries to toss dirt on you. Hold on . . . just “shake it off” “shake it off”.


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