Sometimes it goes with a last gasp
or an unexpected bang.
The ticks tock away and the allotted span is gone.
A little knowledge lets you put
your house in order, but
is too much and everyone stands around
awaiting the final chimes.
You tread water and mark time –
another year, month, week, day, hour, second –
taking what you can get
because you don’t know if the midnight sleep
is an eternal void.
The last struggling choke
and rigid fingers relaxing into