It ends now…

It will end and gradually disappear, 
like the incense stick burns in utter silence, 
while the doors kept ajar.
The journey of a thousand thoughts,
the promise of a sun and moon,
a love ballad,
happy hours' blithely croon 
togetherness to sustain.
You and me, the promise of a kiss and caress 
and love and care selfless
all will cease to happen
once your river merges in another ocean.
Am afriad; my dinghy is small; will not be able to weather 
the slaps of massive brackish waves.
The ocean is vast, for I don’t dare to cross; 
alone and far.

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