ever after

my fingers curl around his
just one last time
making question marks of all the
things we never had the courage to understand

we delay the saying of final goodbyes
we walk past the shop past the pub
with its signs in the window exhorting us
to dance as though no-one is watching
and love as though you’ve never been hurt
and i think, do they know that can kill you?

we keep walking
towards the chasm
opening up in front of us

i remind myself we always knew it would end like this.

i wouldn’t have had it any other way
i say,
to convince myself.
and he nods to do likewise.

and as our fingers untangle
just one last time
the questions fall between us
into the chasm that opens up

and we let go.