The End Poem by Destry Drew Miller
The End
When all things left are broken
And all those words have been spoken
When there's nothing left to say
And good memories have been chased away
When the love no longer matters
And all is torn and tattered
When its better to just leave
I'll go, just don't forget me
Very touching and sad, to know that love so often dies. Good write.
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5/2/2024 12:28:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
We all wonder how past loves remember us, or if they even do. I like your writing style!