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.