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