The end
is nearly here.
We waited with
white-hot desire
for it all to begin,
and now,
now the end
is what we crave.
Beginnings
and endings…
we are empty
sandwiches,
all bread
with nothing
in between.
On the menu
Tag: beginnings
The long drive
On the long drive,
just you and me,
you asked me
about me, to tell you
what life was like
before
you.
There’s the beginning
of things, what
you’d expect:
family, school,
friends and work
that’s, well, work, then,
the middle
of things
is muddled.
What can I say
about a part of
my life that’s
so out of focus
the way things are
when seen through
amber glasses.
As I said,
my middle is
muddled.
But what about you?
Tell me about you,
the beginning of you
and the middle of you,
all that I’ve missed.
How did things begin
for you and was your
middle
muddled,
too?
We all have stories
that like long drives
have beginnings and
middles and endings
somewhere on the horizon,
and on we drive
together with endings
unknown but then all
endings are unknown
until
we
arrive.