End....A poem for Samuel Beckett

the end
is all
I ever
wished for

I trip
I fall
I can't
trust much

it seems
the end
is all
you ever

pushed for

I wrote a letter
I hadn't sent a line
I hadn't wished for

to reach your front
door,
just in time

for me to send
for you to receive
to get and notice
a simple hunch

that you have made
a message
you had sent to me
to addend

I received the letter
you had meant for me
I think it reads
the end