That’s an awfully lonely way to go (a poem)

I saw a poster on a trash can while driving home from the library, but didn’t start on this poem until a few hours later.…

I thought it said THE END.

Made sense;
we’re close enough.

Pop art is full of funny surprises.

I closed my mind’s eye
and kept on driving;

though in no rush,
I still had to get home.

I figured
I want to be
in comfortable surroundings
when THE END comes.

Maybe without the vacancy…

(31 January 2017)