I am not seeing the end.
It is a roller coaster. With all of its twisted lessons.
My aching frame. My knots. Around again.
Grabbing my heart with both hands and ripping it from its soft, beating home.
I am not seeing the end.
I won’t go as she did. That almost happened once. Too soon.
What am I saved for?
Our simple easy lives touched by the unthinkable. Us.
I am not seeing the end.
Will she walk down the aisle by her side? By my side.
Will she have a baby? Wouldn’t that be grand!
Eating away at forever. Just deserts.
I am not seeing the end.
Matinees each Wednesday. Champagne just because.
Finally our day. Our time. Sisters. The longest running show on Broadway.
I am not seeing the end.
Living in limbo. Bending under the stick till we get to the other side.
It has been this dance for so long. I am limber with defeat.
It is a happy time and a hard life. Both have sidled up to one
another and ring their truth. His memory is my memory. Clattering about.
Deftly serving up my best motherly impression. Hoping against hope.
I am not seeing the end.
I am not seeing the end.
The end.
