Poetic Referendum(s) On Life

Forward

You know
it’s over
I don’t go to the hall to seek you
in the connected rooms knowing
you long ago went
even though
I had wanted to glimpse you again
idling before me
even if
silent or maybe
with just a word of encouragement

you know it’s over
when the wonder is no more
when a view out any window is fine
because nothing leads to a sliding door
one moment in time that could ripple open
because we did not defy odds
and I must turn to my final destination
I do not wish to walk.

3.7.21

The part that been holding on like waiting forced to leave the past and any foolish memory behind.