Naught But A Drawn Out Farewell Poem by Alexzia Ferdinand

the lips meet only for an instant
that kiss speaks only of endings
but the faucet leaks and fan blades
spin lazy circles shadowed on white carpet
perfect silhouette in motion-even it can't stay because
the sun still moves and that damn sun
can't make the day last any longer
but predictably agonizes over setting,
what is twilight if not a drawn out farewell?
And so
watches crack from exhaustion and an axis wobbles and topples
so everythings turned on it's side.
life with a side of love, why yes please
And so
that kiss can't last for long because
endings can't do anything but
inevitably end.