The ending was more
A fizzle
Gone flat
In fact, for me
This bottled togetherness
Wrapped in colourful disguise
Had never been uncorked
Love expired
Under the weight
Of its astigmatism
Fantasies refracted
Imploded
With a neural pop
In the unbearable lightness
Of reality
Still,
It was an ending
Traces of my presence
Gone with a vigorous clean
My scent removed
With a squirt of
Fresh after-shave
And it was over
Do I grieve the ending?
Oh, yes there’s pain
But grief?
I have grieved for faith
For his final breath
For promises I could not keep
But this?
Shall I grieve for this?
No
Don’t think me hard,
It’s just I’ve learnt
With pain
And now with more
Equanimity
The endings
Of love
