The End

April 11, 2009

In the end, it doesn’t really matter. What was
the reason for the split? Who was really
at fault? In the end, all that matters is all
that’s left. And all that’s left, in reality,
in truth, are the memories… The memories
and the echoes of emotions – all the
raindrops have fallen, the sun soaks them up
into the high clouds. The memories will
persist for a time. They will persist as the drops
of rain in the white clouds… for a time.
In the end, the drops of memories will fall again
to the dry and parched ground; the ground needs
a good soaking. The soul needs a good cry… a
good and honest and long cry. But the rains will
end again… the drops will find their way to
a waiting see of tears, an ocean of memories.
In the end, it doesn’t really matter. The rain is gone.
Life persists. Love’s ocean is infinite… drawing
life’s occasional tears. In the end, it’s never really
the end.

Type: Poetry

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