I know how the story goes 

We move on with our lives

And as the years go by

You may remember me someday.

The past may be broken 

But sometimes you may glimpse it once more,

If you take a careful look. 

We each form chapters of a book 

Woven together for a while 

then, a chapter closes

And we lose sight of each other.

As we lay down our pens 

You wrote that last phrase in the closing chapter

And I whispered to myself,

" we have come to the end of the line."

And it is done.