A Novel End

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A Novel End
I wanted it all to be a surprise.
Waiting, waiting expectant with a happy outcome.
But these novel agents hold a different compromise.
Gasping incomprehensibly from viral depths we plumb.

Soft pulls and an easy glide:
a gentle rolling carriage avoiding an abrupt end.
Illness strips away any craftsman’s pride.
Unraveling a life that will not mend.

Diligently working away, finishing each carriage.
Knowing how much you admired soft pulls and easy glide.
Grasping fully our vow: in sickness or health in marriage.
With recognition of emptiness by my side.

You can game life on a ledger sheet.
What’s left are spoils for organized theft.
Yet you smile, prevaricate, shake hands when we meet.
Leaving a naïve people totally bereft.

Was it the perfect time to replace the draw hardware
With you occupying a hospital bed
shuttered in giving time to work with care?
Now left with a hard pull, an abrupt end, and words unsaid.

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