“Perhaps this is the end of the line.”
There are days were I say weak things like that
As I remember those memories,
Those days of blissful past:
It was more than enough for me.
My friends and
I would walk ever-so carefree
Slowing only to catch a breath
Stopping only to feel the breeze
Thousands of friends could never replace you!
He said with such ease. Oh! How I wished to believe!
Even though I know we’d say goodbye, I thought
I love them.
They love me.
I MISS THEM.
Tears prick at my eyes
My worries come flooding into my mind
Crashing through the glass memories of my past
Flowing into my throat; I choke
The fear won’t stop
That worn-out sticky note
Still stuck to my desk:
Don’t cry because it’s over,
Smile because it happened.
And so I smile.