That day.That moment.

So many years later

of ever working hours 

and invariably paid bills,  

of loving your own people,

unnoticed as ever,

the inherited goodness  

for no conviction, and

behind discrete kindness

for unworthy.

A day shall come, when

you'll stand in front of mirror

and look into the only pair of eyes

that matter,

there'll be a pale face, around

too-late-to-realize years old.

You'll smile test yourself, and get

the unhealed remains of your heart

the dead memories of good times

lingering on your lips.

A time shall come,

when out of nowhere

and nothingness,

you'll have yourself, knocking

at your own door

craving to move back

within you, baggage free.

You'll probably let 

the lost stranger from past in

and with no time, 

it shall fit like a puzzle piece

into the emptiness of a lifetime.