Travelling Story 14/02/25

Leavers

Only an ending can define a beginning.

The crystallisation of a story as the book covers close.

Progress ends,

the arc stops,

one may never be redeemed,

lovers will not walk together again,

invites unreturned, plans unrealised.

It’s over. 

Life doesn’t wrap up loose threads,

they blow away in the breeze as time passes by,

possibly and possibilities forgotten.

News 

The sudden quiet intensity of emotion,

the text with the news,

the expression of a friend, 

the blankness, the nothing,

not disbelief or even sadness,

merely unreality, untruth, refusal.

They aren’t gone you know that,

it’s a fact.

Like the time or an incoming draft.

It just is.

Such untruths have no effect.