They say…whoever they is
They say all good things must come to an end
Maybe only endings mark the good things.
the new things, the beginning things.
but even more those things end.
All good things end.
Your touch, your look never ends but is always ending.
If only I could grasp that last touch
that last momentary glance
Maybe then I could make it last forever
But even forever must end.
For all good things come to an end.
That first spark is just that, a spark
fleeting, intense, gone.
And what does it leave in its place?
A completely unsettling desire to avoid all endings.
but if only through endings
do we seek the new…
Maybe endings brought me to you.
That single moment
That moment when only a simple wisp of hair
lays misplaced on my face.
Even then you wipe it away
with a simple brush of your steady hand.
For even in that moment my world is better
because of your touch.
I miss the warmth that I felt from my hands to my heart as they carefully found the creases in your flesh that had been lonely for years. The pure heartbeat of your body connecting two souls and creating an unlikely melody. But within that deep stillness doubt creeps Creeps under the pillow and between the strands of tangled hair that fell all the way to the floor Is this but a dream? Is this what is meant by impossible? Yet we dream entangled in our impossibilities Skin pressed so tightly so tightly So tightly that even heaven cannot know the difference between you and I.