Is this the end? Is this where we begin the heavy toll
Of saying our goodbyes, of packing
bags and cardboard boxes full of memories
old stories that are no longer true.
Is this the end? Where walls form great barriers
around our aching hearts
and we feel nothing and everything.
When we look at each other and ache so deep
insisting to be the first one to look away.
Is this the end? When words fall flat, sounds
lack luster, and everything loses its magic.
days of sorrow, heavy eyes, and empty cries
as our pillows become replacements.
Is this the end?
Photos removed, things split, waves
Unsure of what words will bring, unsure for
the very first time.