The pain of an ending
Is never so much
As when you know it.

And yet the sobs are silent
Muffled as they are
By the gags of normalcy.

Decency ensures
That the lines on your face
Are drawn into a smile…

That pretends to keep you social
While ensuring
That your façade reveals nothing.

You are close, yet far
In continuation
But discontinued.

Remembered
But not needed
Loved, but relegated.

‘Forever’ is no one’s destiny
It can only be our prayer
…Our hope.

And hope- we forget
-Can only convey us…
It makes no promises.

Separate we must.
All beginnings must end
All journeys must traverse a destiny.