There was no conversation, they never shared their doubts, no only pillows and blankets were passed about. Though they drifted apart, the memories still bind as they bend. I tried, but we never reverted back. I folded the pages, turned them about a zillions time, still the black, inky, pages could not give me the answers. The light seems dimmer, the clouds a little softer, the birds sing in lower pitch than before, all because chapters come to a close, fade, then shut. Closed. Locked forever, where the content dances beautifully along the surface of a cloudy covered space. Twilight and afternoon school bells remain in protection, and may there be no sadness of farewell when I finally embark.
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