Last Chapter

It’s always sat on the tip of my tongue. Riding into the horizon while I try to hold onto it. My hands grow calloused and my knuckles turn white until I have to let go. It flies away before I can even feel it.

There’s jars on my shelf waiting for the day they can be filled.

I dread being forgotten. Even by myself. More fleeting than salt dissolving in water. A chill goes up my spine and it’s a new chapter of stasis. I sit suspended in air.

Staring at the last chapter.

Do I have permission to run away?