Closure

Everything ends

Someday, everything ends

The trees

The beach

The rocks your world is built on

Everything ends

...

All at once, or piece by piece

They break apart

And float...

Until the world runs out

Everything ends

...

Sometimes the pieces are loved anew

Part of another world, in turn rubbed out by time

We are all pencil on a page

Dust on the stage

...

Everything ends

Everything we love

Everything we touch

Fruit, cars, atom bombs

...

Memory

The swelling of strings

Petrol fumes

Tears, and joy

Everything

Meaning

Love

Lines in the sand

Everything

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Ends