Endings

Not a poem, just words as I think them this morning.

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There comes a time
when the sweetest of musings
inspired by the prettiest of muses
must end.

There comes a time
when the lull is just too long,
the silence, past golden, is unbearable,
and her laughter sounds much like derision.

There comes a time
when I realize
the dream I dream
despite the promises
will never come true.

There comes a time
when hurting from love
outweighs the joy from it
and breaks the fine porcelain
that is my heart.

I wonder if that time is upon us.

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I'll see if this is the final version of it. As of now, it feels so.