The final word written and the last page filled

Close this journal one last time

Each poem a memory, a story

I let the letters and punctuation define me

Scribble out my pleas and requests

Before dust lines these words

Tuck me away for a rainy day

Remember these moments

I will toast you someday

Pay homage to every verse, stanza

Snapshots are my words

Lay thee to rest

Wrap me in black

Goodbyes are never easy

Sometimes they just need to be written

Remember each letter

Let this journal be a tombstone for thoughts

Lay your promises in a bouquet

And someday we will whisper

Every goodbye

One syllable at a time

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