when i receive the receipt

It wasn't always but now it is. The person you are living for doesn't even know that you exist. Exits and entrances. Departures and arrivals. Frowns and smiles. Miles and miles. Adults are children- you smile like a child. This is a compliment. Yet it is not complimentary- it will be added to your tab- nothing in this life we live is free. Except maybe me- forgiveness is far from cheap; but regardless I am on my knees swallowing pennies made of dirty coppers. Isn't that a synonym for police? Please. I will thank you when I receive the receipt. This is a recipe. The ingredients are invisible (and nourishing). The refreshments we drink are far from refreshing. My memory needs to be refreshed- I can't remember if this is your birth or your death.