I

know

.

t

h

e

.

end

.

i

s

.

coming,

.

.

b

u

t

.

.

I

slow

–

–

every

step . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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know

.

t

h

e

.

end

.

i

s

.

coming,

.

.

b

u

t

.

.

I

soften

.

m

y

.

breath . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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end

. 

i

s

.

coming . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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end

. 

i

s

.

coming . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

The

end

. 

i

s

.

coming . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Only

pale,

–

–

stale

–

–

moments

remain . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

–

–

–

this

place . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

on

.

t

h

i

s

.

page . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

until

.

I,

.

a

n

d

.

all,

.

a

n

d

.

everyone

.

t

h

a

t

.

remains

–

–

never

see

.

y

o

u

.

again . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ we

.

w

i

l

l

.

never

see

.

y

o

u

.

again . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

s

o

–

–

–

I

soften

.

m

y

.

breath,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

I

slow

–

–

every

step . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Each

moment

–

–

begins

.

a

t

.

one,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

then

stretches

.

t

o

.

ten . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ it

stretches

.

t

o

.

ten,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

then

–

–

begins

again . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ it

begins

again . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ it

begins

again . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

don’t

want

.

t

o

.

let

.

i

t

.

show . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

u

t

–

–

–

I

don’t

want

.

t

o

.

let

.

y

o

u

.

go . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

don’t

want

.

t

o

.

let

.

y

o

u

.

go . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

s

o

–

–

–

I

hold

on . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

I

hold

on . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

I

hold

on . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

I

hold

on . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

A

final

kiss . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

A

final

touch . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

A

final

glance . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

A

final

hush . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

then,

–

–

everything

.

i

s

.

gone . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

then,

–

–

there

.

i

s

.

nothing

left . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ nothing

.

l

e

f

t

.

except

.

t

h

e

.

linger . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

The

lingering

eyes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

The

lingering

smiles . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

The

lingering

tears . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

r

o

m

–

–

–

all

.

t

h

e

.

while . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

More . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ now,

.

I

.

miss

.

y

o

u

.

more . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

miss

.

y

o

u

.

more . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

than

.

e

v

e

r

.

before.

Reflection: This was a forgotten melancholy-themed poem that I wrote back in March of 2018 where the affected party experiences a heart-wrenching loss. This poem was primarily inspired by the moving ending of the wonderful movie: “Film Stars Don’t Die in Liverpool.”