There is that moment
That heavy, dark, heartsinking moment
Where it all becomes clear.
All lines to a finite point
Yes, it has come to this.
That moment held
Locked tight in deep denial
For so long
Looking away from the blaringly obvious
Choosing your own reality instead.
“This won’t break it. Most people would succumb, but not me, I can make it”
The bleak bowling ball of truth hits
Then you see
All at once
That time has passed and gone away.
All the things promised
Have all fallen away.
Now the roads, closely intertwined
Far from each other.
There is a loss
A moment you are alone.
Look around in sad abandon
And wonder what to do next.
Put down the weight and walk down the road.
There’s nothing else that can be done.
The way the night
Slips and soothes into existence
It gently lulls with the soft sounds of
The chirps and creaks and gentle bellows
Of it’s lovely little creatures.
The crickets keep time to the tune
Of the overheard moon.
Their metronome has been a comfort
Even on the bleakest
A wonder how a small black creature
On a dark velvet night
In the still of the avalanche of life
Can slow it all down
Make it all stop
And be the keeper of your heartbeat
When each beat may
Break it, just a little.
He softens the night
Keeps it constant
When all else may falter or change.
No matter how long or dark or lonely my night
I know the metronome keeps it moving
Keeps me breathing
And this all shall pass.
I can sleep.