The hardest part
Of ending it
Is losing the
Certainty that you
Exist preciously in
Someone else’s thought
Without living there
Does one really
Live at all
I need to
Think that I
Occupy a space
Somewhere beyond myself
The hardest part
Of ending it
Is losing the
Certainty that you
Exist preciously in
Someone else’s thought
Without living there
Does one really
Live at all
I need to
Think that I
Occupy a space
Somewhere beyond myself
I so enjoy
The hour before
Dawn when night
Is deeply dark
And thick with
Sleep when all
Except the truly
Courageous remain bedded
Those strong with
Hope take arms
And slay the
Night into morning
Watching it fall
From the sky
Like a dragon
In the story
Of us there’s
No happy ending
No happily ever-after
You and I
Are simply a
Fade to black
And roll credits
As our friends
Quietly shuffle away
Entertained and sad
By our non-ending
Ending wondering if
There might be
A sequel but
Both of us
Are already committed
To new projects
You and I
One hit wonders
With each chat
Each new secret
I plant seeds
Of possibility that
I water with
Affection and interest
Compassion and kindness
Watching my field
Of acquaintances grow
Into a forest
Of friends amongst
Which I hide
When the world
Eventually frightens me
Because it does
And they do
They always do
Absent of now
My mind freely
Wanders memories hallways
Like a graduate
Returning to school
Peering through windowed
Doors and remembering
This and that
Removed by time
And fresh perspective
Like a cold
Kills the aroma
So do memories
Merely hint passions
Leaving you famished