The End.
End of 28 years of existence,
End of 24 years of memories.
Little by little a cracked heart crumbles
The things he wouldn't let us touch now lay waste
as I turn my back to those good ol'days
The source of stickers on my school books
and of candy and computer games
The place where I learnt to drive
and the one where I got my first salary
What is this feeling that I can't name
It has eight parts of sadness
one part hope
hoping I'd learn to accept the change
You can't erase
You can't replace it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
3 comments:
it's quite close to impossible to gain closure in matters like these.. but i hope nonetheless. and i pray
I'm assuming you got married. All the very best to you. It is never really the end, just a sequel if you will. Cheers and good luck!
Hahaha.. not close :)
I had to shut down my dad's office and let go of a place we had been using for 28 years. Hence and thus.
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