The End of a Beginning
You died last night, but it was not like I’d
Imagined. There was no romantic end.
And I should’ve been sadder—maybe cried,
But I just stared as I lost my best friend.
Your eyes were the first thing I saw to go.
The glossy ice fell over them and from
There your muscles relaxed, fell, then froze.
I only thought of what we could’ve become.
In ten, twenty, thirty years, I wonder,
Did you give me laughs or teach me to cry?
Did you teach me love or to go under?
Did our wings ground us or teach us to fly?
We gave each others lives a needed spark,
And I watched as you went into the dark.