At The End Of My Life

I want to have nothing left at the end of my life
No money
No looks
No friends.

It is sweet of nature, to chip away at us slowly
til there is nothing left
of our faces
our minds
our bodies

So as to feel we've had a good run.

I want to have used up my body fully
And cast it off;
Scarred and
worn and
old
No more jokes to tell
No more shows or clothes

Most of all I don't want to remember you
Or be wondering still, why you never responded to my text