Beginning of the end

When the last leaf
of the last tree
with leaves
falls
and when the last crystal
of ice
softens the earth.
When your eyes gaze shook
at a dim ceiling
and when your last toe
touches a floor.
When a door opens.
Fog tumbles away
under sunlight.
When that door shuts.
Your lips find way
to theirs
then they part ways
in ache.
When laugh numbs a pain
and when a numbness wanes.
When a hug. When a go.
When a place where you kill time
for self‑actualization.
When you open a book
and when the last page turns
to blank.
When you play
the first word
of that one favourite song
and when its last chord
reverbs into silence.
When you bite into sugar,
violent sugar,
and when your tongue decays
into a stale,
sticky
flesh.
When your mouth puckers
under a one first heavy drop of dry,
dry wine,
and when a last sip
ties you
to one another
or seeps into the chasm
of your lonely self.
When a way back. When a home.
When a sound of a shower
or a rumble of a thought
or a cold on your skin.
Your sight wanders
onto a dark ceiling
then one blink –
the one sudden
blink –
buries you into the bed.