When things end there are tears behind the eyes,
sniffs between sentences, compressed lips,
important words meant to say it all
that fizzle on a snuffed flame.

When things end there is emotion with the lid on,
eyes fixed on a distant scene
wanting this moment done, forgotten forever
and the tears to flow unchecked unseen.

When things end is a moment between joy and sorrow
before the fun flies back in wistful whirling
and soft down dusts the past with memories
warm and feathered by the bed of time.


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