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In the End

by Aaron Blair

In the end, we will only pretend to love,
allude to vast oceans of feeling
where only hollow spaces exist,
great white salt flats where the tears evaporated,
useless, never having rippled into waves;
still pools affecting nothing,
locked deep in the cavity of a chest.

In the end, you will not remember
what drew you to me, all charms forgotten
or dulled grey by the grinding teeth
of familiarity, mysteries muted by being
easily solved and dismally simple,
every layer less interesting than the last,
the core a bitter taste of disappointment.

In the end, I will say your name so many times
that the parts of it will sound nonsensical,
like a secret language that I never learned to speak.
The words I use to call you will be rendered
utterly ridiculous, no matter how serious
I once thought them, when my clenched
fists tattooed them into the flesh of my palms.

In the end, we will come undone,
and with the alchemy of symbiosis failing us,
our atoms will rotate back into their rightful places,
reforming singular beings not conscious of we,
of the beasts that arise when lives converge.
We won't be two halves. We won't feel parts of ourselves
calling out for the interlocking parts of someone else.

In the end, everyone is alone.

06/09/2009

Posted on 06/09/2009
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by David Hill on 06/10/09 at 03:56 PM

Emotionally right on the nose. Our culture lies about romantic love, but you tell us truly with eloquence.

Posted by Scott Cadence on 06/11/09 at 05:16 AM

I think you captured the essence of a breakup quite well. I love the images the first stanza puts in my head. Thank you.

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