Never Ending Story

 

Two years gone by

Since the goodbye(s)!

Was it yesterday,  

Or an eon ago?  

I turn the leaf 

In the book of grief,  

Every line I read, 

Strings a bead

of a memory past;

Of joy then, sorrow now.

Not wanting to last,

In this aching woe

I go to the last page -

Just as I fear,

Through my tears,

can't see "The End." 🥹

(Perhaps "yet" my friend !)

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When someone read this poem of mine, they sent me this beautiful Reddit post.