Flipping through the leaves
Of all the times I’d still been here,
And thinking of what went wrong,
but my mind is as blank
As the sky after snow,
Intersected by the dead, cold branches.
And the book snapped shut
I blinked at all it truly was,
And saw that after all,
The story ends with us.
Inspired by All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven. ❤