happy ending

how is it

that there are still sad words

to be written

where a familiar face disappears

into the frown of procedures

of did

you check your bag

take off your shoes

have a good flight

where all sunsets end

and all sunrises do too

where a child is laughing

while playing chess

where she grows to beat her father

in practiced moves he forgets

where she finds she can never beat

an aging computer her father made

before her

where you are alone again

on a saturday teeming with more

where the blue has

been sick with green

and yellow has missed both dearly

where each song comes with a predetermined

dance that an old grandmother confesses

her cat conceived of first

where there is a man on death row

who is learning how to spell again

though he isn’t sure what he wants to say

yet

where love is not enough

despite being all there is

where i am going to bite into you

wondering if you can stomach me

where a goldfish in a bowl

whispers the path to freedom

if only one remembered

what it is to be

what is

where people will watch their shows

for they end just at the right moment

for another

where another doesn’t come

but this still does

and

you can only ask

again

how is it