In the Early Days of Ending

And so he writes her name in
frost on the bedroom window, says
the future starts here but
she’s not so sure

Keeps thinking the pills should
have started working by now

Keeps thinking the days are too grey,
are too filled with blinding light,
and he licks the sugar from
her fingertips

She closes her eyes against the
pain that is always
threatening to swallow her

Keeps finding it harder to tell
the difference
between joy and despair

John Sweet