Does it Always End? - a Poem about Relationships and Goodbyes
Does It Always End?
So this is how it ends?
Not even dead, but gone.
Once light and alive--
flaming, unquenched,
rising with the sun,
and never setting . . .
and yet it ends.
What makes it end?
It wafts and falters,
soon dimming,
cooling off,
settling to nothing,
so soon it's gone.
Isn't it?
What keeps it around?
Keeps it warm and burning,
still surprising,
rising at least
to some expectation
enough, anyway . . .
Does it always end?
