the end of a chapter.
one which we created with our hands held together.

it is our masterpiece.
with imperfections making it all the more precious.

the colours of the many dreams i painted for us
bright splashes of hope and laughter
a collage of moments captured on the film of our minds
the bittersweet pinings
diluted with tears of regret

our final brushes and strokes
were a brilliant showdown
against the futility of time and the fatigue of reality

we signed off with waves of finality.
perhaps wearied at the end of a brave struggle
yet wishing to relive every moment once again.

another canvas awaits us.

but can we triumph over
time
distance
and intangible promises?