the gift we had gotten to know

No good things end well.
Only bad things
end well, because you
are well out of them. So
if you are in a thing
that is good, has been good
- a thing that ever you once would
have wished could go on forever?

Please know it will end not well.

Don't want it to
Do not wish for that, but
perhaps never end?

That's swell.
You can bank on it.
But if balance has dwindled
to breaking point, and you wish
you were well out of what
you've become - but you can't
just end. It would hurt
someone.

who you love like yourself
a thing that you know in this world
at its best, can never repeat

Do not wish
after such good fortune
and so much bliss
for the end to be sweet.

Do not diminish the good
that it is, or even was - it is
in reach! It still
can be saved! Or can it
not? Of such bitter pills
we sit down to feast, but our cups
never empty so long we live
though he meat with which
we fill our mouths may rot, They spill
still with all the good
that flowed.

The bad fades, the good
is forgot, but - has entered
into us, metabolized. It is blood
and bone and muscle
and tears and snot. You will live

with it always,
now

the treasure you had,
that you have:

the one gift.

of getting to know.

and giving to it
as good as you got.