I look over at that stupid newspaper stand, and as I get closer I see my face on the front of the courant.

“Fuck!”

I look down at my feet and smirk.

The feeling of emptiness pry it’s way in.

The remorse of not saying I love you enough.

The regret of not saying goodbye.

The days of missed opportunity,

Thinking I had more time in this world.

Euphoria encases my being like a warm wave crashing on you at the beach.

They will be fine,

My wife thought of me as an ATM.

My kids were ungrateful anyways.

I don’t have any more bills,

And my body feels as good as new.

It was my time to be set free,

For that I will Embrace.

For the headline will be my demise