The End is the Same

It only matters that

The end is one and the same

Arriving unseen and unexpected

Some call it fate

Others perhaps destiny

I call it simply

The way of life

Now I sit alone

In the darkness of my shadows

Waiting for the sun

To stream through the windows

And warm my bones

Then you were full of hope and possibility

Silently shared expectations in our little world

You were a sense of bittersweet finality

And I a part of your fold

Now you dwell apart

In some distant land

Our bygone world but a memory departed

Of a world never to return

Then I did not see

The need to return the small affections

To have the courage to venture out

To risk the loss and hurt

Seasons

Odd Ends: Perennial Poesy along the Way

2005