This is the end. Of how we are. Of who we are. The way we feel. The way we heal.

This is the end. Of you and I. Of dreams that haunt. The hole in my heart. The shadow you create.

This is the end. Of words unspoken. Of time untold. The gripping pain. The deepening stab.

This is the end. No more crying. No more memories. This is the end. This is the end.