gate
I have seen the beginning of the end
it starts with always
and never
and continues down its road toward not light
but darkness.

The end is everywhere tonight.
in your face, your voice,
in the tension of your anger and impatience,

I don’t think you even know that the road you have taken has no outlet.
Given the opportunity, love will grow cold
as cold as your hardened heart.
as cold as the walls you build
with words
or no words at all.