the weak end

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there are so many things i could say, so many things that i tried to say, but i'll just dedicate the poem to Evan Raleigh and keep it moving.

WEEKEND
If we are lucky
even the lilacs
will last the weekend.
We'll last too.
And the leave taking will come
without smiles.

Each of us will carry for a while
a secret hurt
but a pride at being just right for the other.
Then - one day - one will forget
later on - the other.

In time no one will know or remember
a weekend in early April shared by two
old enough to know not to expect too much
not to want this time for more than what it is,
the final weekend.
When everything is almost right
and both of us are old enough
to know and to be thankful
for the little time that we have left.
RodMcKuen

hopefully all the spaces and page breaks go through ;-)
thanks for the year, the scars the wounds the half started sentences of our more than half-finished relationship.