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.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 