The Final Chapter has finally arrived

Our story has come to an end

Everything shared, our souls on the table

Our words etched into our memory

After the three-hundredth read, I think I'm finally ready

To put it's already faded cover back on the shelf

Though it will always remain one of my favorite books

Dwelling on it means I remove my ability to move forward

However, even in the future it won't disappear

If lonely I can always reopen it one more time

Go through each tear stained-page

And relive a part of my magnificent history

But with every closed book a new one can be begun

And now it's time to create a beautiful tale, starring myself

Maybe when I'm writing the future of my story

The sequel of ours may actually come to life