Alas, my friend--the night,
It fades with morning light
And all we hid behind--
No longer hid from sight.
Here comes the change of mind:
We leave all else behind;
We let the future go,
And all the past we bind.
And everything we know--
Decisions, undertow--
Become the former "us",
And I have let you go.
The present in unjust,
And unlike we discussed.
But maybe this is love:
We leave it without fuss.
The future is enough:
Unknown, unkempt, and rough,
But not without its end,
And made of joy above.
This road will twist and bend
And secret fears will mend.
We'll give in to the light,
And you'll remain my friend.
postscript
Day 23 of NaPo! Whoo! This here is an interlocking rubaiyat. I haven't much else to say for it--I liked where it was headed but I'm not sure how I feel about how it ended up.