I AM ALL BUT A FADED MEMORY

It’s been ninety days,
since I retired.

I miss my colleagues
and to all those who
became nothing less
than my extended
family but don’t
miss the stress of work,
deadlines or long hours.

My only struggle,
is trying to find
my new normal day,
as I have not found
routine or schedule.

There’s not been a day
where my new schedule,
opened to boredom.

As I predicted,
the moment I walked
out the office door,
the very last time
my legacy’s sealed.   

 

Before my seat cools,
my position’s filled,
with a new body,
assuming my role
and carving a niche
of their very own.

My name and tenure
faded away quick,
as if it dissolved
into the thin air.

When spoken about,
the few remember
my smile and tales,
of many years passed;
all the positions,
I held in my years,
and the changes seen
in my just over
forty and half years.

When I go visit,
it all looks the same
but upon looking
beneath the surface
time changed everything
including people.

To those remaining,
my name is still heard,
as a once has been,
while they resume,
pushing papers then
typing memos and
carrying on chats.

As more time passes,
I will continue
to fade away and
eventually be
invisible like
the air amongst us.