measure

if i took a piece of string,
put it in place,
at our first glance – would you look ahead?

each significant moment,
marked with a red ribbon,
curled with a recollection of our time together.

the breaks of our union,
cut bits and frayed out lines,
some with scorch marks – smoke billowing.

with our rejoining,
knots and promises,
like a band-aid on a deep cut – bleeding through.

the very end,
a sudden halt,
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 it’s best,
we live it out,
to learn from our journey – past and present.

let the future be obscured until the end.