Downtime

The world continues its rotation with or without your attendance. It has been so since the earth cooled and mountains and seas became. Give it up and check out – to the closet corner, if you please. Dark and soundless singularly personal. Sit with shoes of worn tread left upon the path of overuse, the scent of lessons learned and willfully ignored. Feel silky seams sewn with promise brush your cheek, now frayed and undone. Pull your knees to your chest and rest your chin upon the death of desire for it all. Let your heart heal. Then unlock the door and savor the scars.