Forever the end

The end

But the end was in forever,
Those moments we recorded,
Are in the poems I wrote you,

The little walks through Haiti,
Must have been,
Walks down the aisle.

The Brooklyn nights,
Must have been,
None more than the honeymoon.

Those moments build fences,
Around a home, in my words,
Without permission.

Maybe the first picture,
Was a portrait of,
Married life.

Maybe the true meaning of a divorce,
Is two hearts returned,
Whilst their lives, still live together.

Our address and children’s names,
Live in all those letters,
Every punctuation, every pause.

But maybe forever has an end,
And “it’s over” with my name attached,
Is just another way of saying it.

In the poems I wrote you,
Are those moments we recorded,
But the end was in forever.

– Smyekh David-West.

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