Finality

She’s forgotten you.

It’s time to forget her,

let that memory die,

slip from the cliff side,

and no amount of tears,

no amount of pleads and cries

will keep this existence

anything but final,

so let her image

slide down the mountainside

let the decades of friendship,

that one night in heaven,

dissipate in the rain,

let the journeys and conversations,

the poems, the stories,

the memoirs and memories

fade to dust

and blow away with the winds of time

even if it takes

an eternity.