To my (past) love

October 28, 2017

To my (past) love:
it’s been long, but that isn’t bad because
long isn’t truly long,
like we make everything out to be.
Everything unavoidably finishes.
Long like the rivers
throughout the world that end,
Long like the hair
that runs down my mother’s back.
Oh, my love. Long is never too long,
because long will eventually
bring an end,
a demise we will try to push aside
for forever,
so that long will never meet our paths.
But,
it will. And it has.