Somehow your gone

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.