Old habits die hard,
but they die.
Oh, yes,
they die.
Kiss them good-bye,
then turn around
and walk away.
Hear the band play
the music of your life.
It’s all come down to this.
What better waste
than to sit and reminisce.
Softly touches the hand
that holds you back.
Graceful are the fingers
that gouge out your eyes,
and merciful,
the arm across your throat.
No better time to go.
Never had a thing to lose,
so what did it matter to choose
the dark over the light.
The kiss and the bite
both drew blood in the end.
What matters now,
didn’t exist then.
Watch the stars die,
but know that energy
only changes form.
That dark space in the sky
is the place
new stars are born.
The words
you’re reading now
didn’t exist before.
HG – 2021
