Conclusions (Poetry)

I’ve counted the moments
the coins we have spent
the towns on the map
where we so-nearly went

All the tumbleweed plans
bitter winds chased away
the meals hardly touched
gravy rings on the tray

Old ghosts in the garden
pick stones from the earth
the lawn is a desert
awaiting rebirth

And nothing’s forever
change crushes all dreams
for life’s simple circle
is not what it seems

Death looms ridiculous
wasteful and dumb
if someone had warned me
I wouldn’t have come