The End (A Poem)

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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.

Those endless

days of sorrow, heavy eyes, and empty cries

as our pillows become replacements.

Is this the end?

Photos removed, things split, waves

goodbye.

Unsure of what words will bring, unsure for

the very first time.