It is the end my friend.
The circle at the tip of the i.
The cross at the end of the t.
The dot at the end of the sentence.
It is the end my friend.
Like the blue caboose in my long lost favorite book.
Like the red reflector of the bike my great grandma gave me.
Like the dented bumper of my first car.
It is the end my friend.
The last gondola ride of the evening.
The final day in Rome.
The set down of the plane in San Francisco.
It is the end my friend.
It is the final tear of the romance.
It is the first sign of forgetting.
It is the lighting of the candle.
The end my friend.
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This one had such a lovely bittersweet feeling to it. I almost lead with it, but it felt too sad to put it at the top. I love all the images, all the specificity and concrete details. Just terrific!
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