The Grammar of the Unfinished
A poetry catalog of sentences that stopped before the period — on grief, language, and the forms that time leaves behind when it refuses to finish.
The Grammar of the Unfinished
A catalog of sentences that stopped before the period.
The period is not coming.
File accordingly.
I. The Declarative That Never Landed
I need to tell you something.
And then the thing that was supposed to follow
didn't follow,
was swallowed,
was reclassified as not yet,
as maybe later,
as a draft saved
in the body
where it still lives,
technically present,
technically unsent,
waiting for a courage
that has not arrived
and may not,
and the sentence sits there
in the present continuous
of a thing
that is still trying
to be said.
I need to tell you
I need to tell
I need
The verb without its object.
The hunger without its name.
II. The Relationship That Ended Mid-Clause
It ended in the middle of a sentence
neither of them was aware
they were in.
Not a final conversation.
Not a door closed with intention.
Just the progressive tense
of something still happening
that simply
stopped happening,
the way a song ends
not with a final note
but with the record
skipping to silence
before the resolution,
and you sit there
waiting for the chord
that was supposed to come,
and the chord
does not come,
and eventually you understand
this is the ending,
not the pause before the ending,
the ending,
and you are still mid-reach
toward something
that has already
stopped being there.
III. The Dependent Clause Looking for Its Independent
Because I loved you.
There it sits.
Grammatically incomplete.
Syntactically waiting.
A dependent clause
that showed up for the sentence
and found the main clause
had left without it.
Because I loved you,
I stayed past the point of
Because I loved you,
I said yes when
Because I loved you,
I became
The sentence never finishes.
The because remains.
The because is the most finished thing in the room,
fully formed,
fully true,
dangling in the subordinate position
of a feeling
that never got to become
an argument.
Because I loved you.
Period.
Not the period of completion.
The period of surrender.
The period that says:
this clause will stand alone now.
This is what I have.
This is the whole sentence.
Because I loved you.
Full stop.
Because.
IV. The Progressive Tense of Things That Stopped
She was saying.
He was becoming.
They were learning how to
I was starting to understand that
The progressive tense
is the cruelest tense
for the unfinished thing,
because the progressive tense implies
a continuity
that the stopping
made a lie of.
Was doing
means: was doing and then wasn't.
Means: the doing had momentum
and the momentum was stopped
by something that did not consult
the verb.
The progressive tense
of a life interrupted:
She was laughing when
He was reaching for
The summer was becoming
something we didn't have a name for yet
The yet is the worst part.
The yet is the progressive tense's
little cruelty,
the implication that the name
was coming,
was on its way,
was almost
V. The Ellipsis That Became Permanent
There is a difference
between the pause
and the ending
that looks like a pause.
You can't see it in real time.
You think: this is the pause.
You think: we are pausing.
You think: we will return to this
when the conditions are better,
when the timing is right,
when we have both become
the versions of ourselves
that can finish this sentence
without damage.
The ellipsis extends.
The ellipsis extends.
The ellipsis extends until
you understand
it was never a pause.
It was a period
too cowardly
to call itself a period.
It was an ending
that didn't want
to do the paperwork.
VI. The Vocabulary of the Almost-Said
Almost is a grammatical position.
It sits between the intention
and the utterance,
between the knowing
and the saying of the knowing,
between the moment you opened your mouth
and the moment you didn't.
Almost said.
Almost sent.
Almost finished.
Almost
The almost is not failure.
The almost is a location.
A country with a large population
and no official recognition,
full of the things
that got this far
and no further,
that made it to the border
and found the crossing
closed,
and turned around,
and went back
to wherever the unfinished things go
when they have nowhere else
to be.
VII. The Sentence That Is Still Technically True
The grammar of some endings
is present tense.
I love.
Not loved.
Not the past tense
of a resolved and documented feeling.
The simple present.
The ongoing.
The tense that says:
this is still happening
in the only place
it can still happen,
which is here,
which is me,
which is the interior room
where some sentences
continue
regardless of
what the other person
is doing
with their punctuation.
You ended it.
The sentence did not end.
The sentence is still in present tense
in a room
you no longer have access to.
I love.
No period.
Not yet.
Maybe not ever.
The grammar doesn't ask
for your permission
to continue.
VIII. The Syntax of the Interrupted
Mid-word is the worst interruption.
Not mid-sentence.
Not mid-thought.
Mid-word.
The moment before completion.
The syllable that was going somewhere.
Her name, almost finished.
The apology, two letters in.
The yes that became a sound
and stopped before it became a word.
The interrupted thing
doesn't know it was interrupted.
It was in the middle of becoming.
It had no reason to expect
the becoming would stop.
It is still, somewhere,
mid-syllable.
Still becoming.
Still
Appendix: On the Period
The period is a commitment.
It says: this thought is complete.
It says: I have said the thing
and the thing has been said
and we can all move forward
knowing where the sentence ends.
The period is a gift
the unfinished thing
was never given.
Not because the sentence wasn't true.
Not because the feeling wasn't real.
Not because the reaching wasn't genuine
or the almost wasn't close
or the dependent clause
didn't deserve its independent.
Because the period requires arrival.
And some things
never
The grammar of the unfinished
has no conclusion.
This poem does not end.
It stops,
which is different,
which is the whole
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