It Ends

Driving on the road                        
Towards the port                    
Then a ship across the sea        
There is a displaced stone                             
On that road somewhere             
A chained hound howling         
To the afternoon sun

Maybe
It is the emptiness 
In an occupied room                
Or
The permeating heat
That worsens my being

For our time 
Together has ended
It must
Like the years and the seasons