She liked it when you said that what we had would last forever
but you never knew how long forever was and that was just
a micro moment
in the fullness of the universe when things that once were good
just went from bad to worse.
And when the chasm yawned
a bit like you did in the mornings
when the sun did not arouse you
then she knew there was no chance.
It was no good her looking back
hoping to see you at the window
when you didn’t even know
she’d gone for good.
Could things be any different?
Could the universe stop expanding?
do you think that somewhere waiting
on a corner is another who believes
you when forever’s in the way?
© 2020, John Smallshaw.