
It's amazing the things I find when cleaning my room: a half finished poem, memories, and old emotions
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 168 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 04-16-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2347913
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End of the Road
We're at the end of the road now,
But we're not asking why;
We're just staring at each other,
Wondering how to say goodbye.
There's no turning back now-
The past can't be reached,
But we know there's no future;
That wall can't be breached.
We've nothing left in common
But memories and pain,
And that cold and empty feeling
That things won't be the same.
Your road is leading one way,
And mine is going in another:
We're making slow progress
Away from each other.
We knew we were headed
That way from the start,
But I wasn't prepared
For this ache in my heart.
Still, nothing can change
The fact that we're here,
So goodbye my dear friend,
And I hope well you'll fare.
Maybe when many years have passed
Our paths will meet again,
But if not, I'll hold the memory
That we two once were friends.
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