I made my way out from my day of work

Leaving behind the countless machine

I closed the great glass door

Bidding business goodnight for another day

The rain was fine and settled easy on my coat

The leaves fell singsong from the trees

I looked upwards

The sky was crowded with dark grey clouds

They jostled with each other like a crowd at a football match

I walked slowly onwards

The direction accepted not chosen

My mind wandered along another path

It looked deeply within my very soul

Memories of a child's kiss

The smell of a baby's breath

A smile

A tear

All held safe like photographs within an old family album

My mind searched the wasteland of my life

The debris of love given, love taken

Moments of ego that outweighed wisdom

Thoughtless words and unkind thoughts

I smiled

I cried

I realised in one sharp shard of a second

That life without life is not living

I had reached the beginning of dying