There Comes a Time
By Don Iannone

There comes a time
when sorting out
comes to an end
and the need to sort out
anything
becomes far less important
than nursing along
the time you have left.

There comes a time
when the end
no longer lingers
because
you have nothing left
to hold you back
and keep you from ending.

There comes a time
when all goodbyes are said
and over
and only the sound of silence
comforts and relieves
the pain of emptiness
weighing unbearably heavy
on your heart.

There comes a time
at last
when the need to end
ceases to be a struggle
and you finally accept
that life wasn't at all
what you thought it to be
rather it was
exactly what you allowed it to be.

Then you begin living.