Not In This End

No more symphonies for us,
for they refuse to play themselves
into a sense of known reality.
We listened and we knew,
for just a moment of eternity.
what could have been.

But you have chosen else and
other spaces, places of activity;
and there is nothing I can say or do
to make this choice of yours
seem other.

And so I must bid you adieu,
for nothing you can say or do
will ever atone for your absence of love.
And nothing else will ever do, but this -
your love returned in full
in every living moment
that we're blessed to breathe.
Else bliss itself, that in the past
we worked so hard, in unison,
to make into reality -
must leave again.

Thus there can be
no unity achieved at all -
not in this end
you chose to make
into reality...

? Michaelette ?

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