So, anyway,
That’s it.
After so many years
It all comes to
An inauspicious end.
No fanfare,
Just unvarnished
Termination.
Hard to
Believe.
Facing each other
In a quiet room,
She lets her guard down,
Talking about things
That haven’t been
Allowed to surface before.
He interrupts her,
It being more important
To show how wise he is
Than to simply listen.
Love conditional,
Kindness doled out
In meager portions,
Dependent on
Self-interest,
How it makes
Him look, not how
It makes the other
Person feel.
Cold,
Calculating,
A cornucopia
Brimming
With nothing.
He didn’t realize
What he had said,
He never did,
But she knew, and
It increased the
Already vast space
Between the two,
Each in his or her
Own part of the
Universe, going
About life.
A moment’s pause,
The realization that
It’s okay to talk about it
And explore even the
Most difficult aspects
Of the matter,
That the world will
Not come to an end,
The tides will not stop,
We will both still be alive,
Yet imbued with greater
Knowledge and understanding,
That much closer to
What is to come.
So we start the same
Way we always have,
Following some kind of
Haphazard script
Severely limiting what
Can be said, adhering
To arbitrary rules
Imposed by fear and
Secrecy, meant to
Discourage any meaningful
Conversation or resolution.
He visits once
In a while,
Our friend the
Squirrel.
We’re not sure
Where he lives but
It’s always a
Happy day when
He stops by.
We talk with each other,
Interested in what’s going on,
Sharing stories about everything,
Our deepest hopes and worries,
A natural ebb and flow,
Unedited, uninterrupted, easy.
Exciting ideas appear,
Old ones modified or left behind,
New branches, leaves, flowers emerge,
Our dreams taking hold,
Continuing the conversation.
I remember as a child
When I had to have
Minor surgery and,
As I was recovering
In the hospital afterward,
Receiving lovely cards
From my classmates,
And having various
Smiling faces visit,
Providing comfort
At a vulnerable moment,
Unsolicited
Acts of kindness
That made
Such a difference.
