Poem: It's Over

...and a sad poem...




It’s Over


As so often they have done before, they meet.
She won’t cry this time. That’s all been done.
They’ll greet, with warmest hugs, and kisses sweet,
both knowing that their ending has begun.

She’ll hold the tears inside. She’ll give him this…
the sweetest memories he can ever know!
She’ll brush away his sadness with a kiss.
And hold him like she’ll never let him go!

She won’t cry tonight, she’ll bravely smile.
They’ll play their music - songs they both hold dear.
She’ll try to chain the moments - make them last-
knowing well their end is drawing near.

He’ll tell his jokes the way he’s always done.
One last time he’ll lift her spirits, so!
And even though she feels her heart will break…
it all must end… they have to let it go!

They won’t talk of why it has to be.
It’s all been said. The answers, they both know.
They’ll play their music, softly. They’ll embrace,
holding tight, not wanting to let go!

She won’t cry tonight, not while he’s near.
To see her tears would add more to his pain.
If she’s able, she will spare him this.
Later, tears will come like falling rain!


June Kellum
2005