THE BRINK

Because the sunset, like the ocean, exists only on the verge of its own disappearance.
- Ocean Vuong
On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

What exists
on the
brink?

The break of your rhythm? The humm of your pulse?
The last ray of sun?
The final straw
The one that broke
you?
Beds unmade
Meals unmade
Hands unshaken
A moment before the kiss
A final thanks
A secret confession
A plea, a wink, a wish
A handshake
A long hard look
A fight
A tear, a wound
A knock
Adieu adieu
An exit
A phrase.
A sentence.
For me
Perhaps
An apology?