How Things End

How things end...or don't.

 

I don’t know how things end

sometimes.

I watched us let this drop

not unexpected, but still a shock

I saw it hit the ground, and there it lay.

I walked away.

But then you called me

and I turned

and saw it floating there, and learned

what?

You had not let it drop?

I like things tidier than that (you know),

that’s part of why I love you so. (You don’t).