Beyond this, what can I do?
When all that had to be said was said
And all that was to be done, was.
There were no barters and no bargains.
(I’m hopeless at that kind of thing)
lines, definitions, nuances, hope
one by one were stretched
an elastic band pulled too taut,
to collapse.
The point would have been reached, for sure
if not this way then by some other route.
Another lifetime that halted a bit, passed us by.
Isn’t it funny?
Haven’t we been here before?
this wistful regard, this knowing
we will fold and store away,
in large tin boxes, labeled “ my life”, “ your life”
with memories for mothballs,
nods smiles and half glances for tissue-lavender.
revisit, and again wonder at coincidences,
perhaps some other lifetime.
So be it.