Tired old husk,
A solemn soft dusk,
The closing of a chapter
At the end of a laughter.
The ceasing of the tide,
The last joy ride.
A life lived enough
X times easy, x times tough.
Some actions good and bad,
Of moments dark and sad.
One last fallacy
A yearning for normalcy.
A lingering trace of presence,
An affirmation of existence,
The comfort of a loving hug,
On the heartstrings, an insistent tug.
A leaf pressed between the pages,
A memory mellowed with ages,
A smile, a step, a hushed silence,
A last glance lit up with radiance.
