epilogue

Post Mortem

When was uttered too frequently that we lost
focus of the if;
as with the always, forever, eternity, till-old-till-death --
a slight brush of time yet past
yet shadows of the what-happeneds
stillborn but not yet dead.


Adrenaline flushed cheeks no more, replaced
by a harsh assessment of you and a
mellow ecstasy in my flight of choice
and a quasi-longing pseudo-wrangling
in a dark dark corner of my eye.


You and I speak no longer of what mattered
only of what probes superfluously into matters of now
yet perhaps this is more true.
When forever ends, so it may begin again
but know it to be not out of intent.
Tush, no more more of this
"everything that has a beginning has an end."