Epilogue

The epilogue of the story of us is filled with silence and grimaced smiles. But you’re impossible to avoid.

Your eyes remind me of how you noticed things about me even I didn’t realize.

Your soft gaze would gently study me in the silence of conversation.

Your voice brings me back to the ease of conversation and undeniable compatibility of our personalities.

Your spirit is stowed in the flower I pressed. The one you gave me the day things ended.

In the cacophony of positive memories lives the pain. The pain that accompanies regret.

I did nothing wrong, yet it’s all. my. fault.