You know the story is done when the book is finished.
But the book never seems to end.
And I wish you were still here.
If I could speak to you, maybe I would know the ending.
When good is enough.
When the lights dim, do we still see starlight?
Or has the abyss of silence taken such a hold, that all we see
Is a blur?
Darkness center stage,
And the readiness is all.
Copyright 2014 Andrea Lundgren
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