11.15.2021

there is no excuse for the end

Suppose hell were a room 
where the lovers you broke 
up with, the spouses you left, 
the friends you discarded 
 
all were waiting to question 
you, with no time limit ever 
but the explanations could last 
halfway into eternity. Who 
 
wouldn't sooner leap into 
a fire? There is no excuse 
for the end of love or for 
the fact that it never started 
 
its engine into that lovely 
roar but just coughed again 
and again until you gave up 
and got out and went off. 
 
Some friendships are just not 
sturdy enough to bear the daily 
wear and weight. How to say, 
but simply you bored me. 
 
Then all the people you did 
not help, the ones you hung 
up on, the letter unanswered, 
loans denied, calls not returned 
 
that endless line will be snaking 
through the horizon, waiting 
to demand what you would 
not give, life's unpaid bills. 
 

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