i n d

in beginning there was nothing

in the end there will be less

in the middle there is you

telling me in a language i cannot name

that the sun is fading and the clouds are just

misunderstood lakes and that you can’t

do this thing anymore

that you’ve been waiting a while to say it

but there was no good time to end

or begin again

because you were so busy and tired

and never showed love

because your heart was bred from work

because it wasn’t working well enough

because you told me once

long ago

at the very start

that this whole thing

was crafted from loneliness

that it came to defeat itself

in dying days like today

with icecream somewhere and riding on laughter and hugging hope

with a child petting a dog for the first time

with music that bends the way you move

that it cannot be undone or destroyed

that it is the only thing that goes on

because it never really does

i will comprehend only later

when it is too late

and you have gone