French Exit
To Noah
The thing I really hate about endings,
Is that I never really know they’re endings at the moment.
I think if time watched us,
With a personal interest or something rising to mercy,
It would open it’s planner for us,
For a second,
To let us glance through the agenda under-riding our lives’ courses,
So that I could have known to mourn you.
As it is,
I never knew tragedies were so unremarkable in entrance,
And so unbearable in residence,
After the time for redemption has made its french exit,
Fashionably, like you.
