After The end

What comes after the end? for something has to.

The end is followed by the beginning. But I can’t seem to get out of the end.

It’s ended, your dead, the books closed and nobody’s writing that story anymore but I can’t seem to find the next beginning.

I’m stuck at the end.

Is there an after for me? A new beginning to wash me clean?

Or am I just stuck here?

Bound permanently to this end.

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly but what if I never made it out the cacoon and grew wings.

Your death broke me.

I knew it was coming, I knew it was nearing and yet I could never know.

I’m perpetually stuck in the limbo that was your love.

I stay in stagnation suspended in nostalgia while you keep on moving.

You’re still there,

you’re in the same chequered pink dress and red polo shirt with the same rectangular glasses framing your face.

You’re words are unchanged you’re hair is still the same. You’re still doing everything you always did like the end never came as I begin to fade.

The memory of me becomes a haze. You’re still you while I will never be the same.

It’s been 79 days since you were alive and now you’re just a dream and I’m Forever stuck longing for your Gaze.