Never Ending Story

Two years gone by Since the goodbye(s)! Was it yesterday, Or an eon ago? I turn the leaf In the book of grief, Every line I read, Strings a bead of a memory past; Of joy then, sorrow now. Not wanting to last, In this aching woe I go to the last page - Just as I fear, Through my tears, can't see "The End." 🥹 (Perhaps "yet" my friend !)