sometimes
it's what we say
at the end of the road
that's the most important
when we know
that hearts are parting
and we realize
that what completes us
will be on pause once more
do you believe
that what we have been
these few short hours
will be enough to carry us through?
or is this a walk
to our dead end
where truth is whispered
but goodbyes are never said?
let go
of what you think you were
and hold fast
to what you hope we'll be
maybe there's a reality
in between
there's nothing left
to do
but be
(dream)
poem inspired by this prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-april-pad-challenge-day-30
