I look around.

I take a breath.

I see the writing on the wall.

I smile-

The time has come,

It had been coming all along. 

 

“Well, this has been fun,”

I say to you, inside my mind.

“It seems the fun and games are over.

Thank you for giving me some of your time.”

 

You don’t respond.

Your back is turned.

You’re in a different conversation.

But I don’t have to be talking to you to be talking to you

 

Because you are always my intended audience. 

 

“Right on schedule.”

I’ve embarrassed myself

And burned the bridge between us -

“Right on schedule.”

All that’s left is for me to take a bow and never bother you again.

 

And so,

Away I go.

You’ll forget about me,

This I know. 

 

And thus concludes the time to scream and shout.

          I know where the door is; I’ll see myself out.