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Prelude to the end…
of the beginning.

So our tears flowed
Without saying a word
Without thinking of our
goodbyes. It was a hug
most apt, a bandage
to our bleeding hearts.
The man talked about
Hope. Of wounded souls
And of once beating
But now suffering
hearts. The moment
was abruptly started.
A call. A message.
It was the end
of the beginning.
We are not going
To be together.
A series of flash
backs. Of misplaced
optimism. Of pats
on the back and silent
smiles. We knew
this was coming.
We just dreaded
That it’ll be
Too soon.
No letting go
Tears will flow
No more. Today
Is the day that we
Stand our ground.
I’ll see you at the end
Of this mocking
Road. I will hurry
Back to you, this
Is a prelude.
A prelude
To the end
Of the beginning
That never ends.