You loved countdowns, because they always led to something great.
I thought nothing of them, but humoured you nonetheless.
On New Year's celebrations, we'd marvel at fireworks.
The explosions started to lose their spark.
Your words decreased, my pain ascended.
Each year, we grew apart.
The day finally came.
"This is it.
The end.
Goodbye."
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
You loved countdowns, because they always led to something great.
I thought nothing of them, but humoured you nonetheless.
On New Year's celebrations, we'd marvel at fireworks.
The explosions started to lose their spark.
Your words decreased, my pain ascended.
Each year, we grew apart.
The day finally came.
"This is it.
The end.
Goodbye."
14th August 2015
