At the end of the chapter in the silence of parting, words get lost in the whirlpool of sorrow like the final breath of a love story, now just a shadow of transience, the last verse in the book leaving a scar on the heart.
The curtain falls on the stage of our past, where promises have turned to mere dust of memories, the final verse in the book of love lost at the end of the sentence, departure without return.
ns 15.158.61.54da2
