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Curbing Inevitability to Let Nothing Pass
Gabriel Duncan

He sat
His emotions churning
Tumbling inside themselves
The relentless pogo stick
Pounding inside his head
 
Just thought
Just flowing
With no end
With no where to go
Relentlessly pounding
Like the faucet leaks
Into an empty pan
 
Perhaps he missed him
Perhaps he is still coming
Perhaps this is the end
 
Which is not-
The finality he wanted.
The cordial,
"I'll see you around."
 
Not
The stop of words
But the slowing, flowing
Of thought
 
What if;
There's still time?
What if;
He doesn't have to go?
What if;
There is no time?
And the sun never left?
What if these trees never changed?
And this moment were forever?
 
But the breath of fall
Breathes down his neck
And maddens him
So much more:
There is time
He is waiting
 
Something inside him
Curls
Letting everythng else
Pass by
Casting furtive glances in his direction
Never meeting his gaze
Just passing
And whispering another question
Never letting
The troubling thought
That he's waiting for nothing
Go away