I still hold on
to the end
like it's a souvenir
I deserved.
In deep thought
I find myself asking
Why does the end
hold so much
when it is just
the end?
You know,
this is like that feeling
of returning
to your homeland
after many years
of going places.
The nostalgia is still there
but you just don't know
what to do with it
anymore.
YOU ARE READING
END
PoetryEndings are beginnings of beautiful things. #1 on the end-live-begin trilogy.