End of love Stories

A decade of friendship, a bond that was strong, Through ups and downs, we’ve been together long. Special gifts exchanged, memories we shared, In moments of sorrow, I knew that he cared. But then a new spark flickered online, A woman on TikTok, a shift in the line. Suddenly silence where laughter once reigned, The calls and the messages, all but unchained. He never explained, just vanished from view, Leaving me wondering w...

I hate the end of a story. The final line of a poem. Or that last piece of popsicle that always falls off the stick. There is such a sadness to being no more. Maybe that’s why we can’t let go. Even when it is long past over. We wait as long as we can. Forever is such a long time. And letting go means the start of forever. We look away like we didn’t notice. We hide. We lie. We tell ourselves it isn’t today. And make belie...