The Parting

There is no scaling such a peak,
no simple words, no expressed event,
no years of wonderment, no way, ...no way.

only hate and hurt, only masks 
of bitterness.
What use the trying; what use the caring?
to come to this, the bitterness.

Oh, tear it out, the caring
tear out all the singleness.
The past is gone, and in its place,
cold courtesy and emptiness.
 
And so the cutting knife must sever,
and so the bonds must part, forever
while the seasons shower blessings
in endless sympathy.

and friends cry out the litany
in empathy and fright.
No! no!, go back and try again. Don't give up the fight.

Yet time repeats the pattern,
no matter who we be.
To be, to be together, and to part.
And we, my darling, are the pattern, 
and we, the pattern part.