The End

by Jeri   Oct 1, 2007


The end.
It came so soon.
I didn't know.
I didn't know we'd end.
Thoughts, plans, ideas,
A life together.
Growing old.
Ideas implanted in a reluctant brain
Unwilling to commit.
Frightened of Distance.
Frights converted to hope,
Hope then bashed, battered, broken.
Leaving behind a bruised soul.
And I realize that it has come.
The end.

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