The First Time I Was Fired (Expanded)

The First Time I Was Fired (Expanded)

The words cut clear, cold, precise,
A job, a livelihood, rolled like dice.
Walked out into the noonday sun,
One chapter ends, another begun.

The box of desk things felt heavier
Than anything I’d ever carried.
Not the weight of the stuff inside —
The weight of knowing I wasn’t wanted.
That walk to the parking lot
Was the longest of my life.