This is the end of
The story
It could be a happily ever after
But this is the wrong genre
I don’t live in a Disney film
There birds don’t sing
To keep me happy

The end

The future
It weighs on my chest
Knowing that
I will feel the same
For three more months
Maybe it won’t end there
Maybe this is the new normal

I don’t know how much I would pay
But I would give more than money
To have a pack
And be at your house
Giving you a hug
Getting to sleep in a room
That was meant for me
That has been set aside for me
I would still take one and enjoy
Each drag while sitting on your steps

Maybe it doesn’t matter
...
There was more to that thought
But I don’t think it matters
The stars will keep shining
So any words
I write don’t matter
Any thing I do doesn’t matter