oh well, good luck

we meet at the zoo

for a walk.

we don't hold hands anymore.

that part

is over.

but we need to talk,

to bring

things to an end.

closure

some call it.

so we walk past the cages

holding lions.

holding

zebras,

wild birds in the air,

nets keeping

them from flying off.

we say little that hasn't

already been said.

we too were trapped,

i think, staring deeply

into the eyes

of a beast

holding tightly to the bars.

she hands me her keys,

kisses me on the cheek,

and says,

oh well. i guess that's it.

good luck.