Sunrise

We’re almost at the end.
I don’t want that to sound fatalistic or scary,
certainly not morbid or suicidal,
it’s just a fact
one my mind insists on revisiting.

Since we began
we’ve been hurtling towards the end,
closer now than we’ve ever been and
I see it rising like the spiked beams of morning.

Don’t panic,
there’s nothing we can do
about it anyhow.
You can’t seem to understand
that this is not a bad thing,
in fact there will be no more
bad things,

no more stubbed toes
or awkward goodbyes
no more hunger
or loneliness
no more forms and forms and forms

of course there will also be
no more tip-toeing across summer fields
or chance encounters
no more seasoned pork chops and Sunday omelets
or time to think
no more flourish in your signature.

But right now we have all that.
Don’t be angry
you knew this was coming
from the start.