When the End Came

I forget where we were
When the end came

Was it Paris?
Or Milan?

I forget

Where were we, when the kisses stopped
And our hands no longer reached for each other
Across time and space, instinctively
Like moles burrowing underground?
When toes no longer curled like ribbons and
Joy packed its bags with a wave and a rueful grin?

I forget where we were
When the end came

Maybe Maui?
Maybe….Venice?

Maybe
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