Is there nothing else that  can be written?
Is this how this story ends?
A short little moment
A forgotten chapter
The last page of a book
To be determined
I place the last sentiments of punctuation
A question mark lingers hauntingly
Dismembered and torn out
I squeeze and press the paperback
In between two  classics on the shelf
There you will sit
Unrepaired
As the sunlight beckons me
To forget you