Here we are, the last of the last time. This is it – the moment we dreaded but essentially need. We say nothing to preserve the beautiful beginning of our run. Our departures are long overdue. But believe in forever, that we had a gradual beginning to a most splendid adventure. An adventure to inspire the movement of our stories into the next chapter that was long in the process of conception. Here we are, waiting for the right moment to take the first step forward into tomorrow. Here we are and here we go.
For the last time, I will say this
For the last time, I will let this hurt.
Let me walk away for good.
For the lie didn’t hurt as much
as you’ve made me realise
that I was undeserving
nor worthy of your truths.