Lava Point

The moment something starts to disappear,
You get more reluctant to let it go,
Even if you always wanted it gone—
That body you insist on calling yours,
The little existence you sort of own.

You may be glad to be shut of this day,
Counting on a profitable exchange
For a new and slightly improved model
Tomorrow. But on the edge of this cliff,
This real cliff, you feel pulled as the light fades.

It’s been years since you really tried to go.
Their thousands of days give you vertigo.
You stand where you almost surrendered them,
And you want here more than some promised land.