A Poem A Day #403

There is no End

There is no end.
Why should there be?
With something this wonderful,
There is no guarantee
That it will stay forever.
So why should it end,
And become all daft and dark?
Why should this flame die,
Why should we kill the spark?
Let it go on, always,
Like the gods in their eternal sky.
We’d never have to say the word,
That dreaded word “goodbye.”
And yet, still, there’s always something,
Something that has to halt.
It’s bound to happen.
It’s set on default.
Why must it happen?
My heart is rending.
It doesn’t like goodbyes.
I never liked endings.

By Catherine Joy


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