Endings

Nothing ends all of a sudden,

There are no impulsive closures,

Like an accident unforeseen,

Endings are gradual.

Slowly drawn out realizations,

Disappointments and hurt,

Piling on over time,

Over the debris that was once,

Wearing a cloak called love.

That feeling at the crossroads,

Of never being able to return,

To where we once began,

And step ahead into the unknown,

Without any baggage.

Of not wanting to try anymore,

To believe the lies and deceit,

Patch work over shredded tapestry,

Surveying the dust and rubble.

Its anticlimactic how,

Endings could be so uneventful,

No stormy outbursts of blame,

Or dark nights and hot tears.

A lukewarm, mute acceptance,

Of changes irrevocable,

When lovers turn strangers,

Words sound superfluous,

And goodbyes are a relief.

Endings are seldom sudden,

Like violent, volcanic eruptions,

A lot had to simmer beneath,

And settle over the years.

Destruction is not always,

Thunder and lightning,

It could be just a silent understanding,

A conscious choice to close some chapters,

And open yourself to something better.