when was the last time, and did we know then that it would be?
no, for if i had understood i’d have held on forever, the end would never come;
i’d will it away.
there were tears that neither of us understood at the time.
i laughed them off. “this was too beautiful,” or something equally inane.
maybe if i hadn’t laughed, if the tears had continued, the denoument
would have only
been an interlude.
This was inspired by these stills from the film The End of the Affair.