(fin.)

sometimes the end comes…
silently,
with no warning.
like the type of rain
that falls like tears
on a Sunday afternoon…
no sound except for tiny
droplets soundlessly
hitting the window.

sometimes the end comes…
silently…
unawares,
you come home to an empty house..
empty,
apart for your stuff.
his, bundled up on the back
of his bakkie.
the note says
“i left. stay safe. i am sorry.”

sometimes the end comes…
silently…
he just leaves your heart
as quick as he got in.
and its when he no longer pays attention,
no longer holds you like he used to.
you ask about the end,
but you get non-committal answers
“you worry too much.”
but you know the end has come,
only a matter of time..

fin.
The End.

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