At the End of Forever

Looking into the setting sun,
I can see the end of forever,
and the cold gray marker that represents
the time we spent together.

 

I don't know how the relationship ended
because it happened so very quick;
We fell in love, we lived in love, we fell out of love and now there
is no love,
and now the thought of loving makes us sick.

 

I wish for a way to go back and if not fix what we broke,
then at least be able to make the transition to nothing much smoother.
To say the things that my heart felt but my anger wouldn't allow me
to say...
Anger, that one fatal flaw in us that clouds judgement and makes us
both losers.

 

Those passionate kisses turned into lingering memories
of a paradise, much like Eden, that we once shared in a lifetime lost.
Promises we made one another, now, lie dry and dead in the once green
fields of romance, now dead and brown.
Our selfishness caused this, our unwillingness fueled this, and
Paradise suffers the loss.

 

Now we pass each other as strangers, both haunted by the thoughts of
what could have been.
Our minds meeting at that place where we stand over the grave
of 'Together'.
Neither of us weeping, but both of us agonizing inside over the
disaster we've wrought.
And with our heads bowed we go our seperate ways, the ways former
lovers go when they've arrived...

 

At the End of Forever

 

By:  Nathaniel Booker
'Genius under Construction'

© Nathaniel Booker