The end of your story
R. H. Garbo - 3.18.2021 12:55 PM "Who are you?" You asked I had to smile at your innocent naivete "I am the end of your story" I replied After you slid down At the end of my rainbow And was surprised to find me here, waiting. Hand in hand We did the stereotypical walking Through the colorful path, green and pink blue and yellow The breeze chasing after us With a frisky dance Through the purple swaying wild flowers We run and laugh Like free souls. "Where have I seen you before?" you asked "Perhaps at the end of your dreams", I said You did not ask anymore. And so we lived. Not entirely happily ever after But, girl, we lived.