They’ve reached the end.
She doesn’t know where to go.
There are tears.
He’s holding on.
She’s holding on.

But it’s over.
He knows it.
She knows it.
They don’t want it to be.

But if they don’t meet somewhere.
If they give nothing.
If it’s cracked and there is no love for the wounds.
It’s over.

The loving is lost.
A lifetime is lost.
Because thats what loving is isn’t it.
A lifetime.

And they just. Let. It. Go.