I’ll Give Them a Happy Ending

I’ll Give Them a Happy Ending

Come.  We’ll begin on their last day.

The pictures have all been gathered,

and their children are grown and mourning.

Before the crash, their silence was like a winter—

cold and long and spreading

across the horizon of sadness

where multiple disappointments

erupted and remained fixed to the landscape

like the corpses of trees after a wildfire.


Keep going.  And if you can bear it,

wade through the flash floods

of their joy and into the voluminous deserts

of blame and lust and wanting

and you will come to an oasis of peace

when their children are young

and the only expectations are

the six o’clock alarm and the six o’clock dinner

and the ho hum of the midnight bedroom.


We’re almost there.  Can you feel the softening?

Forgiveness is abundant and as flexible

as those nights their children were conceived,

and the drift of love is pushing them closer

toward that first photograph

which will capture the bliss of their ignorance—

the only reliable source

for such a sincere and earnest happiness.

And here, finally, is where they found it.





DeMaris Gaunt




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