In the End

under every moment of unrest 
I sit, smoking under the night sky
grasping to some resemblance of the past by
replaying patterns and traditions that lie
just below the surface.
the momentary comfort to cure this
feeling of unsettled illusion
the very thoughts and conclusions
i’ve been creating a trail away from...

without a map
directionless
and wandering
anxiously pondering
the patterns of love
shaped by preceding footprints
of battered and broken soles
that had no direction in the first place
i feel my heart race

mimicking soles of an unsteady pace
praying to god to replace
the unsteady rhythm with a simpler
steadier beat
one that i can repeat
in my mind
making the memorization of lessons learned
and heartaches earned
nothing more than a memory of the past

how to make it last?
questions and answers
that bring no ease to this wandering disposition
nor ever expectant of
this thing you call love....
it’s starting to make sense
for now, only in past tense
but discovering my ability to use it as a reference
rather than defense
is the direction thats starting to light my way
illuminated by this love from the past
that unknowingly, already guided me halfway
through realities of love lost
and love that defines love that never goes away
sometimes only realized through momentary disconnection
when the heart is free and clear
sometimes then and only then...can a love that deep and unconditional
appear

so i say now, you make it last through the laughter and the tears
you feel it to your core when you accept the beauty of what is and release all the irrational fears
it’s you and only you
and all the love that surrounds
it is your comfort, your protector and your best friend
and as far as I can tell
it will forever carry you through your journey
every moment, just waiting to lay
and rest with you in the end