A week ago,
we thought we had a shot—
like we really could have made it
if we just figured out
some trick. Forgiveness, maybe,
or even how to eat meals
together without looking at our phones.
It is tempting to let ourselves
off the hook. To say, “This is
nobody’s fault,” and, “Everything
brilliant fades.”
But it didn’t have to be now;
it didn’t have to be closing in
as inevitable as the ground
when you’re falling. Maybe
nothing ends that doesn’t end suddenly.
We should have had more fun.