Cycles

they turn like wheels
relentless
rolling along like they have a
destination and a purpose
threatening to roll right over
anything in their path.
I’m watching the changing tides
seeing the symptoms
and recognizing that while
everything begins
everything also ends
and it will soon be time to say
goodbye.
How do you overcome the grief
the heartbreak
of parting
to recognize the beauty
of over a decade of
adoration?
At what point will recognizing love
be enough?