Is this a sign of forgetting the end?
Is the last petal stuck on love me not?
You fear me gently. I loved you fiercely.
Your story is endless until you end this
and you will end it in my arms tonight.
I know the sound of breaking storied words
and the truth it bears alone but never
guess a fool to be so fooled by a hill.
I have a wince for desperation and a kiss
for shaded lights so come to me again
and let me finish off the lonely hours
of love and make closures of this room.