if i took a piece of string,
placed it in place,
at our first glance – would you look ahead?
each significant moment,
marked with a red ribbon,
curled with recollection of our time together.
the breaks of our union,
cut bits and frayed out lines,
some with scorch marks – smoke pillowing.
with our rejoining,
knots and promises,
like a bandaid on a deep cut – bleeding through.
the very end,
to our very last embrace – a dead end.
would you look ahead,
to see the future laid out,
the ribbons, cuts and knots?
i fear its best,
we live it out,
to learn from our journey – past and present.
the future is obscured until the end.