In the End

In the End

In the end we both know the temperature of these waters

The movement of molecules frenetic and unpredictable

Unsettles my soul to a degree my desire to be the good man

Could only cover for a limited duration

Your quests for freedom of maintenance where you do not

Perceive the requests confusing me like a boy punching a bee hive

And you asking me why I have so many stingers in my skin

The mathematics do not compute to an allotment of solid walls

Nor the foundation of a transport beyond here and this temperance

I am bleeding away in these days like breadcrumbs no longer deposited

Along the path I have no intention or desire to retread or return upon

These are days to conserve those resources for fresh outlets

And in the conclusion of these iterations of thought you have chosen

To divert your path away from mine, and I respect your needs

Morning the friend that I can not keep, the life barely on the blink

Of a radar captured and then like a fleeting image fluttering away

Under the wings of the blue morpho butterfly blinking and finally shut

With the lens and captured in image of a photograph of us you would

Never allow to be imprisoned into the confines of time to preserve

That which internally you knew was destined for such a fruition

And like a blank stare I balk in words at the letters of your absence

To say that this is not love, to say that this is not love

To say that I am succumbed by a friendship with benefits of release

Beyond that a person interchangeable and inside part of me agrees with you

And part me argues the point because I am not sure or certain

Or aware if I will ever be aware of such implanted feelings to love

Unabridged based on that which I have seen you run from me and curse me

Even in our infancy to know if now then it will again and this should not be

And the accusations of abandonment when all my efforts are expended

Is simply a daily payment I am apparently incapable and I so I regretfully agree

That I can not compensate you for my absence in a manner befitting your

Prices charged and there fore I silently acknowledge my moving on towards

Separate pillows and nightstands and clothing areas and placated egos

To choose myself over you and you to choose that world over us

Foreign paths, I do not anger and know that in the end you are right and

It brings me sadness that this did not lead these horses to the creek side

And we will still wander these hills saddle packed with flint at the ready