Lapse

Time has lapsed. Words have not been formed.

I sat with my manager. He offered the sun for me to return to work.

I nodded, but committed nothing.

He sent me the summary in writing. He was thorough and supportive. To the outside world, I have the best opportunity to return to a salary and use the time to find something else.

The building makes me feel sick. The pretending makes me feel diseased.

My eyes are becoming clear. I am closer to putting down my old performance. It's a matter of days when the paperwork will be done and I can say goodbye.