There is always a tinge of sadness
when something comes to an end
whatever that may be.
An affair that has ended
leaves a void in your life
as two hearts depart.
The end of a novel
and the characters you’ve loved
drift off into the sunset of their lives.
A holiday that has brought pleasure,
now an end to a relaxing time.
Each end with a tinge of sadness
because they will never come again.
At least never in the same way
no matter what you do.
25 September 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem