Professionally Let Go

Inbox flash, my name in bold. Coffee cold, the

story told. A quiet room, my breath held tight. Goodbye smiles under

office light. Shake the hand. Keep the tone. One more call before I'm gone.

Everything ends so professionally while fear sits quietly in me.

Last files closed, desk cleared clean. Echoes hum where I have been.

Silent words I'll never say. Hold the mask and walk away. The badge still

warm inside my hand. Unplugged from what I understand. Tomorrow waits.

Undefined. The system ends. But I'm still signed.