The End

Let me end this one.

Let me,

Close this with a prayer and a hush. Without hope and without forgiveness. Let me end this with no flicker in the eye. No throbbing on the chest. No expectations. No continuations. Let me end this one.

Let’s stop with the gazes in the dark. Let’s end the evenings spent in thoughts, caressing the sheets, whispering loneliness. Let me end the mornings spent thinking of possibilities, blurring my frustrations, rebuilding my hope. They smell of pain. I smell of hate.

Let me end this in this afternoon of rain. Let me end this with little bitterness. Little longing. Little desire beyond the drifting clouds. It’s our child’s play, it’s a charade. It’s my bet and my gamble. It’s your glory, your ambition. It’s your little box of conceit. But let me end this one.

Let me end this one because I want to go on. Please die with the seeds. Fall with the clouds. Burn with the scorned souls. Please dry up with the earth. Blow up with a child’s deceit. Leave. Die. Be forgotten.

And after that, we know nothing of each others’ secrets. Just let me end this one. Please.