THE FORTY FOUR

It creeps,
this insidious thing,
traveling slowly, stealthily,
sometimes circuitously
down a long and windy road,
heading ever closer
to its destination
which is you.

It may seem like forever,
the time it takes
to arrive,
granting you some glorious gift
eventually.
It may seem like forever,
but comes far too soon, too
presenting its final kiss
upon culmination.

This is the day
at the end of a long and windy way
that it comes to you.
Make of it
what you will.