The End

time is a road that never ends

it has been my privilege to pretend

that i’ll walk with you forever and a day

i cherish these unspoken thoughts

for unheard will never mean forgotten—

my soul unwinds, slow and gentle, in your wake

i would ask the wheeling sphere of stars

to unfurl itself, so that worlds afar

might comfort you and lie beneath your head

for there would i lie beside you, breathing,

listening beneath the skin, where beating

is a silent mark of all we’ve done and said

the greatest of which was in defiance

of that ending so distant, so pale and silent

which neither of us could comprehend, anyway…

so until that silence comes to pass

i will wait with you here in the long, green grass

where the space between our words has more to say