Where the Garden Ends

Start at the Ending

I think it is best if we start at the ending.

We die together.

Old and grey, with wrinkles from laughter

And shaky frail hands,

We die happy.

But, that's not where we are right now, is it?

Strangers, that is how we started.

Two people existing

In the same time and place.  Nothing more,

Nothing less.

Then it changed.  Either you noticed me or I noticed you.

Honestly, I don't remember because,

All of a sudden

We are friends, secrets and all...

Best friends even.

Until one day even,

In the fall, if I can recall correctly, everything shifted.

Three words, you told me that you loved me.

I thought it was a joke,

But in truth, I had to say it back,

Because I love you.

It was magical.

Us, together, I wanted it to last forever.

We fought, arbitrary and trivial, which brings us to now,

Here,

As we stand clichely in the rain, neither wanting to leave,

But we can't bear to stay.

I beg you to stop.

You don't.  You don't stop.

I think it is best if we start at the ending.

We die together.

Old and grey, with wrinkles from laughter

And shaky frail hands,

We die happy.

But, endings can change, can turn.

The future

Is NOT set in stone, solidified by time.

And that happily ever after?

It just shattered.