No, it is not the end of my world
it is just death to my hope
drowned in the hands
of what used to be a friend
a prison for dreams
that never got to be born
just a growing distance
that came unannounced, uninvited
and wrote “the end”
in the last page of this bitter-sweet story
I’ll miss you my friend
and I’ll mourn your absence in my poems
where our love will be evergreen
I’ll sing about the sorrow of leaving you
but I’ll smile when you see me
I’ll say goodbye with a lump on my throat
and keep you within me.
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