we often speak of things
that are "built for two,"
and yet this life, in the end,
is only built for one:
arrival alone,
grabbed and held
for a little while,
but then let go;
and that last act,
that final scene,
is the one where reality
finally comes clean:
you leave alone,
and all the rest is a mere
interlude;
stolen moments
that we use to deceive ourselves
into thinking
that anything was "built for two";
it's a very long solo,
punctuated by a picture
that turns out never
to have been true.
January 25, 2009.
Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.
1/25/09
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