He would have been 65

He was my age, 

He took his life, the rifle ready in the closet

as he rushed in, in the haze of depression and loss.

This photo was tacked to my bulletin board for all

these years, 

Now it is time to take it down, notice the corners

that have been nibbled by the rabbits that

have long since passed on.

I need to move on, too,

the years are passing by.