Just the End

Just a little bit of how I'm feeling at the moment

Just. 

A poem I wrote for you so many years ago. 

So much has changed since then. 

We haven't spoken for years and years. 

And now we will never speak again. 

It's unjust. 

How I survived.

I made it through. 

Without the friend I had in you. 

And that is it. 

The end of this chapter for me. 

The end of the book for you.