It is time for me to go.
Subtle signs and more obvious aches
Tell me what I need to know.
A desperate call
Goes unanswered because the silence
Already tells me all.
Letters pile up on the table.
Missives from old friends
Who fear I’m unstable.
People have good intentions
It is simply that
They misunderstand my clear directions.
It’s not for anyone to feel remorse.
There’s nothing to be done
To alter this final course.
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Writing and Photography by Jeff E. Brown 
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