End of Chapter

I never thought I would say this - or write this.
Because I fear that if I told you, you might not listen.
Would you listen?
Could you listen?

It’s been magical: you and me.
But now it feels like we are reaching an end.
Or is it just the beginning of something new?

As I’m putting pen to paper,
I reflect on what we had and see how amazing you are.
You were always open for my ideas, my thoughts,
my everything.

But even thought we’ve been like this for many years,
you never told me how you feel or what you think.
You say you are an open book, and yet I have to ask for you to open up.
To ask, if I’m doing enough.
I tried reading between the lines, without success.
There was nothing, leaving me to guess.

I can’t help but wonder how this will end.
We are running out of space:
You, full of me - but me without you?

Would I replace you?
Would I erase you, and start over?

No.
I would never.
I could never. You, and all of mine are special.
I will keep you, till the end of time.
Even when you get older and change your hue,
what would I be without you?

At this moment I look back at all we had,
my childhood memories, safe in your heart.
That time I spilled my coffee over you.
You weren’t burned, but the stains are now part of you.

It is amazing how you were always around.
Talking to you got my feet back on the ground.
So many firsts, now we have lasts,
I brought you color; you accepted my past.

Is it the way you feel in my arms?
Or is it the memories that are tearing me up?
As I move my fingers over you one last time,
I know that you will always be mine.

And under the cover, it’ll always be,
you and my thoughts, until eternity.