Endings

Endings are always the saddest moments, When the fire has died and the ashes are cold. When you have been deserted with that feeling of isolation and hopelessness, hanging on you like a smothering cloud. You might as well be the last person on the planet Because someone isn’t there to talk to, laugh with, or sleep next to. Suddenly the bed becomes a desert, Devoid of happiness and laughter. The house becomes quiet and seems to die a lonely death. Your soul becomes numb and nothing seems to matter as you replay the good times. Only the good times. Flickering images of happier days. Time is an agonising torture and waiting is impossible. The world revolves slowly as you draw deeper into yourself. Nothing can help. No one can help. You are on your own, Praying for strength to face a new beginning.