There comes a time when all waterways must divide
All chicks must leave the nest
All roads must fork
There comes a time when “I love you” is no longer enough
When the kiss on my bare back no longer feels like home
But alienating at best.
There comes a time when her eyes are no longer the key that unlocks the soul
But yet, neither is her silence the knife that pierces the spirit and leaves it
Everything has an ending.
Even the great sun must die.
(Originally Posted 8/29/13)