I can see it: Being alive, pure happiness, letting go.

But when? How will I know?

Trying so hard to find myself when I'm already lost.

Trying to fix something that has been broken for so long.

But my eyes are now closed, and I breathe to let old ends shatter.

I'm beginning to close the chapter.

I've stopped wishing for a different path

And have tried to understand

That sparking a fire that died a long time ago is no use.

I am closing the chapter.

You left a trail of sadness behind.

I won't be there to pick it up, not this time, not next time, not anytime.

I have turned the page and realized how without you, there is still such a thing as laughter.

As for me, I have already closed the chapter.