In anticipation of a series of new firsts..
Painfully looking at some ordinary lasts..
I wish things were a little different and a little less grim..
In a war between love and obscurity.. I wish the later didn’t win..
If you could be a tad more stronger and I, a bit less understanding..
Our feelings could have avoided this brutal stranding..
Although, it was nothing compared to the past..
It does bleed when the hope is last..
Closing the doors to all of our could have beens..
Pulling everlasting drapes on behind the scenes..
This is the end of an era, a web of entangled emotions..
Somethings might hurt forever, the unscathed remains..