The perfect ending.. clMargerate poem

Sunday morning sees me

considering and contemplating,

can this be our new normal

or is it still an aberration

will life ever return

to what we had


are we just wasting time

on what was

and never will be


if so,

I want to start over

and eat the ice cream

making love more often

not sweating the small stuff

sharing my time

only with those I love

then turning into a butterfly

I’ll fly into the windshield

of a shiny red Porche convertible


in Hawaii


the perfect ending