The End

The End short poem

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Much can be said
But we speak in hushed tones
Curt with our responses
Hiding behind the wall of vulnerability

We hold our breaths in anticipation
Who will be the first to crack ?
Unsightly in the walls of protection that enclose us
Barbed wire strangling our very being

Silenced so long
Goodbyes are forgotten
Platitudes are delayed

We can only stare
As if our walls are made of glass
We feel close
Pressing palms to each other
Connecting to the illusion of a coupling

But there is no couple here
Only broken promises
Forever’s  never experienced
An end before there was a beginning
The book the author forgot to finish

A sigh is heard
A release
We no longer wish to be bound
An agreement
We turn away from the glass wall
We are freed

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