pas pour toujurs;a poetry book

denouement

Finally, this is the denouement to our love

The final part of everything, where everything is resolved

It's all like an old-school movie, the curtains roll while the black and white screen reads

"The End."

The sad story of two lovers who crossed paths then left,

The sad story of two songbirds who were separated,

The sad story of an old-school movie romance in black and white,

The sad story of two children who were in love,

The sad story of two children who grew up to find each other again,

The sad story of two children reaching the climax where they lose each other again,

The sad story of two adults who dare not to say their farewells, 

The sad story of adults who soak their eyes with tears as the train passes,

Oh how this train moves so fast, like every changing second of the world

How far they were, how far they would be

To be together again

But maybe it's not the denouement yet,

Maybe there's a sequel,

Where the two songbirds would meet again in the skies,

When the curtains of the old-school movies would open again for an encore,

When those two adults, still children in heart would find each other again,

And that would be

The End.