tedium

i am tired of you.
i think you are tiring
of me too.
this love lived in circles.
where beginnings
feel like ends.
or some such.
you at the centre
drawing out my periphery.
me reaching out
from unspilling edges
to a fixed you.

youth allowed illusions
of endless beginnings.
how we blushed
at the prospect of eternity.

but age is demanding.
it wants linearity
novelty finality
proximity.

one fine day
the circle will find itself
unfinished
and all the love
will seep out.
sluggishly.but surely.
and you and i
will breathe free.
once again.