If I can see the end clearly --
the sum of your disappointments finally adds up to the courage to set yourself free --
should I nonetheless walk on,
celebrating each closer to the last moment,
drinking the cup to the very dregs,
mindfully aware this bottle shall be the last?

Would it be more manful or mindful to loose you now?  
If that is our inexorable destination?

Can I host that party, clownlike, weeping on the inside?  
When I know that my voice grates on your ears?
When you perceive only aggression, judgment and negativity in my words?
When you believe I don't even try to understand?

Can I be fully present in those final moments
climbing the gallows of our love,
mindful of the coming loss,
clinging to the vestige of Pandora's final gift:
What if we changed the road we're on?