Norman Santos - Endings Without Beginnings

The final words are spoken
and there were no goodbyes
but an abundance of transitions –
weary preludes before we die

And now I smoke my cigarette
alone, remorseless and conceited
burning out the flaming ropes
of memory and sentimentality

Asunder like how things end
before they begin – we are
a wound no longer, never
was there anything to bleed for

Norman Santos

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