In the End

In the end, we sit on a hill looking towards the sea.

There are no waves, and the air has a strange taste.

The trees whisper a dying plea, yet we do not have the strength to go on.

With a manic urgency, you say, “Give me your innermost confession so my soul may remember.”

I embrace you and say, “I’ve never liked endings, and I feel too much. Yet I cannot think of another way to spend my last day”.