Don’t listen to what they say,
for it is true,
truth,
that all good things
come to an end:
all what is cherished and adored,
and so enjoyed that
it feels like forever.

But forever is a dirty word,
spoken in secret but those who
deny that all this is absurd:
forever is a blanket that
smothers the soul.

All good things come to an end,
and so I take the flow and wait
for the punctuation,
and move beyond this
sentence to the next line,
on and on
across these pages inexorably
that I write with others till
the book ends.

 

12/4/2025