Endless
when you unwrapped yourself
from the warm cocoon of my blankets
for the last time
neither one of us said goodbye.
When my lips left your neck
And brushed against your ear
For the last time
It was not a kiss goodbye.
When you blinked your eyes
And tickled my cheek with your lashes
For the last time
It wasn’t to hold back tears.
when I said your name
with a voice still full of wanderlust
for the last time
there was no quiver of fear.
When we last went for a walk
There was no final sip of coffee,
Last step or finish line,
That marked that we were over.
There was no ending after we began,
No final page to our book,
With pages undisturbed,
And an ending yet determined.
Maybe there never will be,
Perhaps this will won't ever be over
With pages that wait patiently
For someone to pick up the pen.
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