my fondness for circles

[theroutineriot]

For a person so full of momento mori,
I've always been dreadful at endings.
Ducking out before the final bow,
Pretending the second act can just
Stretch on forever, because it makes me
Happy to think of things as always being
In the middle. All done with awkward
Greetings, but knowing that there's
More to learn. (There's always more
To learn.) Let us linger here, these
Days untouched by dusk, or maybe
Better still, wrapped up in celestial
Blackness, the glitter of solitary
Searchlights undimmed, in breathless
Anticipation of the new moon. Let us
Stay here swathed in flannel, and reread
A chapter or two before we start the
Last one - those final pages always
Make my throat hurt, no matter the
Sweetness or that siren's call of closure.