At the end of us it feels like we are parting going our separate ways never to be with one another again.

At the end of us our hearts are broken, a cloud of hatred is floting between us.

A part of me detaches from me and remains bitter pushing anger where it can be seen but not felt. From this moment on this part of me only feels a sense of unhappiness which grows like cancer in my heart. Holding on to the last hurtful interaction with you makes the last image I have of you a distortion of how I the world now.

At the end of us sadness takes over, covers me with a sense of an irreparable failure.

At the end of us we separate in two worlds. Your world support support your resistances to make peace with me. My world supports how I resent you.

At the end of us an unpenetrable iron wall stands tall between us until one of  us can find the wings to fly over.

At the end of us we both know that the anger and resentment that erases any chance to celebrate life together will pass. We are patient with the intensity that crashes us down and moves through us and out.

At the end of us we are able to see that the mission that brought us together is a love that cannot be conquered.

At the end of us there is life force bigger than our little broken part, melting the block of ice created by the pain we inflicted on each other.

At the end of us we can wait just a moment, a good night sleep will bring back the clarity that our disagreement cannot win over our love.