The shout of voices turned my head
I blinked pathetic drops out of my
line of vision & I saw teenagers
on swing sets, too large for their desires
call out new beginnings, budding romance,
& inevitable ending & bitterness to
a couple in the shadows, teasing
their infatuation with meaningless rhymes.
It's all inevitable end, inevitable hurt
people they kiss--& more--
who will linger no longer in their thoughts to come.

The predictable way brought my eyes
back to him, the never ending,
holding the book of Him, The Never Ending,
on this cold dark park bench
& I smiled because I saw all I could
ever fathom in his being.