Goodbay

The clock is ticking slow, it spins. The air is heavy, sinking in. The pages curl, the ink runs dry. The final act, no reason why. End of story, no rewind. Left the chapters far behind. A broken pen, a faded line. End of story, yours and mine. The sun falls low, the shadows creep. Whispers echo as they seep. Through empty halls where we once stood. A quiet and misunderstood. End of story, no rewind. Left the chapters far behind. A broken pen, a faded line. End of story, yours and mine. No more edits, no rewrite. The book is closed, no second fight. What's left is dust and fading glows. The story ends and no one knows. End of story, no rewind. Left the chapters far behind. A broken pen, faded line. End of story, yours and mine.