End ings Sometimes endings happen without fanfare, it's just over. No celebratory toast no gold watch no kiss goodbye. The electric door swishes open. Two steps it's done. You inside, me outside. No awkward goodbye, no promises we know we won't keep just done. The air is different, thinner. I float ahead on zero gravity. Connection broken, gentle snap of heart strings - no blood, no pain. You inside, bustling, busy. Me outside with nothing pressing, no one expects me. I might soar away like a helium balloon released by a willful child. So easily severed, this bond, like cutting a raspberry with a sushi knife. We don't even turn back to wave goodbye. You on to the next task, the next headache. Inside, through the window you button your jacket against the air conditioning. I face the sun, relish it’s warmth. Life's ties so easily broken. Laugh, at this cruel joke. I skip away elated no longer related.