Of Love and Lost Love

She loved, but constantly told herself 

how it was a bad idea.
But it wasn't an idea was it?
It was a feeling of being in pursuit

The pursuit of the only place where 

thought and life coexisted.

The pursuit of having to leave behind

A trail of love and lost love.

Both walking parallel as they followed her

They were not the best of friends

But with so much in common;

As they walked behind her

They couldn't help but strike a conversation.

A conversation about finding and losing

Of loan and of the debt never paid

Of living and yet not existing

Of trials and sufferings

Both had that in common; didn't they?

It was at dusk, when lit by the fading light

They saw she was now approaching an edge

The edge of the flat world she had walked,

Wanting to circumnavigate.

She was sure she would be back at the start.

But they watched her walk towards the edge

The edge of vast nothingness

Separated from all that had ever existed.

She seemed all but sad with this encounter.

The unexpected called out to her

As she gazed at the faded line between the two worlds,

She arched her back

And gracefully took a leap.

Almost in a swift diving motion 

She entered the beautiful vast acean.

A deep black ocean of nothingness.

The nothingness with the hope of something.

And the two followed her with loyality.