Dance me to the end of love – that’s a line from a Leonard Cohen song – did you know that? For years we were like one of those crazy dance contest couples – determined to be the last pair standing. After all the sound and fury – much ado about nothing, really – I didn’t know it would be so quiet at the end of love. The final line that held me to him snapped; I actually felt it break as the momentum, like something huge and cumbersome jolting down the slip, moved me away, out into the current of a life that no longer included him. Some words you hear a million times and then all of a sudden one day it’s like you’re really hearing them – the least you could do around here is get that goddamn laundry put away – is that too much to ask?
Maybe I bent the rules slightly by counting two sentences joined by a semi-colon as one. I’ll live with the consequences. The inspiration word was endings. Give this little exercise a try – grab an inspiration or prompt word and go for it.