The End

The end is drawing near

and we can all feel it.

We push it

discard it

force ourselves not to think,

not to feel it.

But we do.

In everything we now do

we feel it

It’s there.

Like a cold air that you can’t shake.

But it’s not cold

It’s warm.

Warm because of all the happiness and memories we have shared.

The memories,

that like a flame will continue burning even if there are cold weathers ahead.

That will keep us warm,

will keep burning

The flame of the memory of us

Here

Now

That will burn forever

In all of us.