I want our end
To be like our beginning,
Like the calmness of our first meeting,
How easy our first conversation.
I want our finish to be like our start.
Like how your smile touched my heart,
Like the sweetness of our first kiss,
Like how I gently felt your fingertips.
So at our breaking point, I only have one wish,
I want our last to be like our first,
Warm, calm, gentle and easy.
But, I guess, that is not how you want it to be.

 

(This is the last part of a series of poems I wrote a few months ago. This was originally published on wordpress.)