What can I write to you about endings?
I’ve ended jobs, moved on.
I’ve ended relationships, been alone.
I’ve left flats, moved elsewhere.
I’ve had relationships end with me, no more texts.
I don’t always feel bereft at endings.
I hope I am not cold but hot and optimistic, like the sun rising on a New Year hangover.
Endings co-ordinated by me, never thoughtless.
Endings by others, well…I live on.
Those are the endings in reach, if I stretch out my arms…beyond the present and their they sit.
For now, I will leave them there.
Endings are beginnings, waltzing round in the dance of life.
I’m dancing alone just now; are you?
But let this dance; in a couple; a thruple; single, never be insignificant when our being ends.