All Good Things Fade
All good things
They end
Not in spectacle
Sometimes quietly
Hands slip away
Laughs fade before life’s punchline lands
A book closes
You’ll never read it the same again
Seasons turn
Leaves fall like confessions nobody asked for
Bright days bend
They fade
Like sunlight slipping through your fingers
Endings
They don’t ask
They just come
Tide washing over the shoreline
Slow at first
Then everywhere
Endings prove
You felt
You lived
You held something worth holding
Loved something worth losing
All good things end
But leave traces
A spark
A ghost
A shape in the sand
Only you will understand
And maybe
Maybe that’s enough
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