Finality,
The end,
It goes and comes,
The times and they stop.
I know and have made my peace.
Made my peace, knowing my own mind.
Knowing I’ve tried.
Been the best person I can, with all my flaws and mistakes.
But to let go.
To say goodbye.
I know.
I’m content,
The calm at the end,
After the storm has passed.
I know.
I see you.
I know.
I’m sorry.
But I know.
It’s okay.
It really is.
One present, one goodbye.
I don’t want.
But have come to terms,
With this state of finality.
An end gesture of care.
I always care.
I know me,
I know who I am,
And I will always care.
But it’s okay.
I’ve come to terms.
The finalty of it all.
