Is there a moment when you give up?
A moment when suddenly it has become pointless,
the moment you decide that the struggle
is no longer worth it?
Is it a moment you can recognize,
a moment you can taste?
Is it something your remember
what was playing in the background
as the decision was made?
Does it become something you can look at
like an old faded photograph
from a previous generation,
slightly discolored and grainy
but bearing witness to the event?
Is it any of this?
Or is it, more likely, simply something
that is realized after the moment has fled,
the fading lights of the house in the mirror
you never realized you passed.