A number only,
say the happy-go-lucky.
A milestone, say the ones
who love to make marks.
A privilege, say those
who see how hard it is to reach it.
A failure flag, say those
in love with smaller numbers.
For me, it’s a wall
I never thought I’d have to climb.
Two more digits
in the phone number of farewell.
Another reminder
of what I have and haven’t done.
A mingling of relief and dread.
Another beat on an inexorable drum.
Dark Matter 
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