Poem: The End. [Mini Read]

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it wasn’t meant to be this way

of all the possibilities, never this

countless sunrises saw our plans

yet the story meant to evolve

any of the bountiful variations

that held me and you and joy

together, in which, we’d be a team

one that would conquer and win

the final sentence never ‘the end’

for there’d always be more

a happily ever after come to life

millions of possibilities, gold edged

not a single sunset will see

A white block with Tig Ellis’ “The End” poem in dark purple text overlays a pastel rainbow background featuring a photo collage of a Christmas pocket watch and tree.

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