19 months

Looking at the small spread of food I think
so, this is what I’m worth.
19 months for some bread,
hummus,
sliced melon,
mixed nuts,
and orange juice.
19 months of my life.
19 months.
What a great goodbye.
They didn’t even get me a cake.
I leave,
meet a client for a farewell coffee in Browns Bay,
he gives me a card in which he’s written
‘I hope you find happiness in whatever you do,’
we hug,
he goes,
it is over.