The Last

There was no end in the beginning,

there was no forever, no always.

There was only the moment,

eternal and pure, perfect and sacred.

There was no distance too great between us,

nor hours that could not be counted;

there was nothing but what we shared,

no fear of what could be.

And now the miles that separate

have turned the hours into months,

and the distance ever widens

turning forever into yesterday.

There was no end in the beginning,

no thought of what would be;

there was only hope and promise,

and there was only you and me.

But now, at the last,

I see the end that we created,

in its eventuality,

and I wish that we could stall it

for one more moment in eternity.