the end had to come eventually.

my friends warned me from the beginning
that it was coming.

who knew my heart would break
on the eleventh day of the second month.

they say sooner is better than later,

but I wish we had more time.

would it have hurt more or less,
if it happened in the third or fourth month?

things changed that night,
but I thought for the better.

I thought we were moving forward,
not erasing everything we've been through as if it never happened.

the eleventh day of the second month.

the day everything ended.