Crunching Gravel

Sunrise.

I hear the sound of crunching gravel

Creeping closer.

I wish I could

Be angry.

I'm frying eggs to semi-soft

And browning toast

To nearly burnt

As you prefer,

Your favorite breakfast dish I make.

I helped you load the truck

Last week.

I'm far too old

To beg you not to go.

Nobody stays unless they wish.

They never do.

Besides, this isn't heartbreak.

We just wandered near the edge

Too often

And fell off.

When Samuel died,

We found

We'd nothing left

Beneath us.

The sun is nearly in the center of the sky.

I hear the sound of crunching gravel

Slowly moving what remains

Away.

- 6/16/25