It was like the ending of a long book— Such loud words In a muted coffee shop Leather that was once supple Is now cracked and worn. Torn pages turning For one final time Marking the end to a difficult chapter. Each chapter, a cherished  memory’s gleam Drenched in laughter’s light in sorrow’s stream, A bond unbroken, spanning countless years. The scent of still, sleeping ink Now softly sits upon the shelf’s pale brink. The final page leaves a sudden end. No gentle fade, just a narrative left cold— The weary war is won, its silence echoes and sighs low Within all thoughts overbearing the tale’s best moments. New pages will turn New chapters will begin The book has closed but it’s life continues to flow Even with all thoughts a different path will be pursued.