It seems the greatest shame -- that this is the hour of clearest thoughts, that I might have to spend this ghastly hour straining for words in hindsight and when I am only just now truly settled. It seems a great shame, all those moments of naive rage were minus our newest parts and less the things that might have changed and made us have this heart to heart. Today is the apocalypse.
And so I will remember.
This has been one great practice. And this will be our great reward as we have been among temperamental times. We are the honored few to witness the final days and now I'm writing with something I'd like to say.
This poem will be my final matter, between the two of us, I mean -- albeit words I am forgetting. See there are things worth forgetting and the things we've mistaken for. I was yours, and later it seemed what a pity -- but I was yours and though untaken by another right now, and though I am still not yours, I am ready for this finale as it comes. I'm writing to let you know I am ready.
This poem will be my final matter, between the two of us, I mean -- albeit words I am forgetting. See there are things worth forgetting and the things we've mistaken for. I was yours, and later it seemed what a pity -- but I was yours and though untaken by another right now, and though I am still not yours, I am ready for this finale as it comes. I'm writing to let you know I am ready.
On this day that is of great end-- I now not think of you as my friend, nor foe, nor love that never was or will,
But I will ask: are your boots worn and dusty or on the rack and are you fretting?
Are those palms warm and sweating or are they cold and cornered by the timing?
I only wish these were not my final questions -- as I see them unimportant. I stand now in my home an honest man. But they might have been the questions among the years I was unsettled, between months I lived self-obsessed and bland.
And then experience reminds me -- that you too might well be ready, that just because I'm settled in this end doesn't mean the opposite of you.
And so my final question is: what is it we've both accrued?
An ever was, an opposite, a near apart, or perhaps -- a case in which we might both see that we were only breaking in our hearts. I'd like for us to retrospectively agree.
And if I had one question that I was still allowed to ask, because today is the end of all things hypothetical, it’d be that you not bury me in a shoulder I’ve only known to be cold.
I know you can do this, like I know that this is the apocalypse.
I know you can do this, like I know that this is the apocalypse.