The Symmetry Of Things Poem by r james sterzinger

I.
the theory is
if you move away
they won't die

the theory is
if you don't love
you will never get your heart broken

the theory is there was
one shooter in a sunny day in Dallas
one God created the heavens
one big bang then a million stars...
one love for a life time

it's never the theories, not really
it's the outcomes

graveyards are filled with outcomes
summer skies are dotted with balloons and kites
or they use to be when I was young

II.
in the end, it's all empty
everything dies, everything fades
I from you, you from me
it's the symmetry of things


in 1963 the nuns
had us pray for the president
Pluto was still a planet
mom always told me everything would be alright

the nuns are gone
the president didn't make the cut, our or children's prayers didn't
Pluto fell from the sky, or was abandoned
does it really matter?

in the end everything goes, fades,
turns up missing
I from you,
you from me
I miss the thought of you already
and I will miss this world and you
when I find myself fading as a memory
someday

until then though,
I will hang on to you
the memories of you
the light in your eyes
the smile

then when my memories fade
and I slip to the grave
I will truly have a reason to be gone
the theories will be over
the only fact remaining
that I loved you
but that may only be a theory, I have told no one

III.
of coarse there is that theory
that there is a judgement
a theory, that we will all come back
there is that theory

if you choose to believe it

I can only be sure
of how I feel
in this now, this 3 a.m.
in this alone, this dark, this silence.