In the end we do what is important

That is all that we can ever do

No amount of plans and actions

Can stop that from being true

 

It was an indifferent moment that described twenty years

Not much more than an afterthought, really, as it was said

During that brief time when an idea starts and then forms

But is not much more than concept in her head

 

“If you loved me…” and then the requirement is attached

As if there is always a need to conditionalize the feeling

With demands and deliverables and due dates and, and…

Reasons that make no sense but leave the mind reeling

 

In the end we do what is important

That is all that we can ever do

No amount of plans and actions

Can stop that from being true

 

“I don’t love you. I used to. I don’t love you now.”

A blaring siren and red lights behind desperately closed eyes

If ears were as compliant, the shades would be drawn there too

In that flashbulb moment, though, it came as no surprise…

 

It was a wrenching, violent emotion that laid it bare, this

Idea that we are, now, nothing like what we once were

When what we once were was nothing more than an idea

And even then, something about it made us unsure

 

Simply and quietly we lived and waited for time to pass,

We were living our lives in the only way that we knew

Forgetting and missing and leaving questions unasked

About who we were and what it was we were going to do

 

In the end we do what is important

That is all that we can ever do"

No amount of plans and actions

Can stop that from being true

In the end we do what is important

Whether we know that now…or never, ever do