This is the End
This is the End
This is the end we never saw coming
Our compass fixed on some sure point,
due north, ever true
You left before the first frost,
heavy with your own distraction,
unable to bear the weight of another season
We did not see the growing storm
or the way the branches, bending,
heavy from the ice,
were breaking.
one by one.
You could not see this heart
bearing its own darkness
A burden you could not carry
You did not know
[or think to ask]
all that I could not tell you
The secrets kept, even from my self
All the fears & forebodings
that refused confession
Bearing up for the both of us
the lost & dying
I carried yours & mine
I left you, friend
with the hymns of our youth,
memory your shroud
Our burial clothe
for all that was lost
I could no longer bear your brokenness
and you never saw mine
~ Brangwynne Purcel
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