Detour

There at the tunnel’s end

They say, there’s light

But a wall of consequence

Awaits me


You see

There’s a freeing release

About crossing the finish line

But with release, comes vulnerability


So just maybe,

Shall we prolong this race?

Seconds, minutes, hours

Before being fully consumed


Sometimes

We don’t need the end

Because we already know.

Sometimes, almost is truly enough

Two men and the flag

I woke up

To two men at my door.

With a flag, folded

And words to console.

 

I knew when I saw them.

The knight was gone.

They asked to come in.

These two men, and the flag.

 

There and then.

Caught up in a gaze

I saw their lips move

But I wasn’t hearing their words

 

A bed for two.

Breakfast going cold

Seconds chased the minutes

Soon it would be a day since…

 

My knees wobbled,

Today was that tragic day

Two men, and the flag

Instead of the love of my life.