Everything ends
its inevitable, set in stone
every path worn away, every step, every stone
Yes everything ends, its sad, its true
all the plants in the ground , even me , even you
the pulse runs flat and the core grows cold
the hands they clasp ,knuckles white, stripped to bone
so yes everything ends and everything stops even me even you
even paper even clocks

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There’s something about smoke that can put me in a daze,
The freedom in the air,
The separation as it gets further.

Smoke reminds me of human kind,
We all start in the same boat,
Yet as we grow;
We grow apart,
Often never to return again.

Smoke can be selfless people,
Twisting our lives around others,
Until we realise,
And stop worrying,
Thanks when these so called friends disappear;
Because they only wanted you for support anyway.

It lasted a moment
nothing but a few minutes
but
it was the happiest
i had been
in a long time.

our conversation seemed
meaningless
with no real purpose
calling each other childish names
and laughing at our typos.

you told me you had to go
and my heart sank
but i knew
maybe
we could continue
our little moment of happiness
another day.