smaller and smaller

this life,
towards an
end, concentric
circles
of what you
have and friends
growing smaller
with time.
no room left
for the big sofa,
the mirror
over the mantle
that once held
your image,
so young and
new. a single
bed is fine now.
as is a simple
room, a window
with a view.
heat and air,
and food. it's
winding down
now, isn't it.