The End

When our eyes met in that dark pub,

I knew how this was going to end.

With you in my bed,

but out of my head.

Our clothes trace the path we took,

But our hearts remained unsure.

Our glasses filled with cheap beer,

our lips tasted of stale cigarettes.

The air crackled with faded sparks,

the remnants of fireworks that were long gone.

The distance between us was wide,

but our hands touched almost with no regrets.

I knew how this was going to end.

With resentment as deep as the ocean.

With anger as bright as the 12pm sun.

With heartbreak as bitter as our history. 

I knew how this was going to end.

It would burn and fade just as quickly.

Leaving us with scars to remind us

Of lonely nights together,

Of feelings going stale,

Of questions left unanswered.

I knew how this was going to end.

Not as beautiful as the movies.

Not with a bang, but with soft thud

Of half-hearted hellos.

And when it finally did, 

I picked up my pen again.