Indecision buries me under a pile of folded laundry. A basket full of broken dreams. A container full of dog food. Busted. Ended. Wondering. Coffee lingers in the back of the throat. Aches and pains. Basement music. Road trips. Wondering. Wondering why on earth the subject hasn’t been raised by a handful of others? Wondering how nobody before now has addressed the concern and why leaving was the logical best next step. Wondering.

I should come in here more often and make this a habit. I should also go to the gym more often and make that a habit. Halfway to one hundred and more active than my peers. There’s probably a reunion I won’t be a part of this year. End it all. Or don’t.

And on this roller coaster of uncertainty and broken teeth the phone rings late in the afternoon. A caller looking backward in the mirror. Echoes of ancient times. Done.