and in the end

in the end.

it's okay. it's all okay.
you came
in alone, you'll leave alone.

mostly against your will.

but it's okay.
the silence is good.

not all people are bad but at
times it feels like it.

not a good apple on the tree
you think.

but in the end.

it's okay. much of all that happened
means nothing.
the words
said,
are without value.

it's just air from lungs
making noises.

the love found, the love lost.
so it goes.

the dead eyes of strangers
who have nothing,
know this.
they have already moved on.

they get it, before most of us
do.

death will even us all out.