A moment

Your tremble,
your quiver,
spoke more than
the words that fell
with even flow.

This was the moment
of moments in your
life around which all
the other moments
came to this predicted end.

You described this moment
with the clarity of a scientist
and the texture of a poet.

This was your end and
your beginning and in the
cessation love did not
stop but took this
directionless direction.

All ceased in a breath,
lover to lover,
friend to friend,
histories finishing and
others beginning.

This one moment,
without breath,
just one moment,
and gone.