Let’s make this ending a sunset:
beautiful, gradual, and ultimately leading to
a black, starless night
Even if
sunsets are simply
pulchritudinous endings;
Leave me this ossuary
flee in reckless abandon
charge forward, towards your future
and away from me
It’s a far cry
to believe in love at first sight
because we all know
there won’t ever be a next time
Even the hiatus in this epoch
could not lull me into a state of
Hakuna matata
For, like the sky,
it is an escape I cannot reach
No matter how far I stretch
my tendons rip and tear
with the strain of my elusive dreams
My limits are nonexistent,
you say
But, my darling,
your perspective is awry
This is the reality in which I live
The reality where
purpose is fictional
only prose is comprehensible
and love
exists only in the chimeras
of lethargy.