The End of A Era

Approaching the end of an era,
a bittersweet break to the norm.
Unsure if there's peaceful waters ahead
or if we're floating headfirst in a storm.

Nostalgic- postponing the ending.
Prepared and yet not at all ready.
We're teetering, constantly losing our grip;
unbalanced, unable to steady.

But what if I'm rewriting the story;
what if the conclusion I pen be untrue?
Meant for much more and yet ended before
I could realize it was only ever you.

Still we must question in plain sight before us
what is seen clearly, what puts out the spark.
If that be what's lurking within your soul
your purpose lacks meaning, instead becomes dark.

Fact is I'm playing devil's advocate
and I'm praying your intentions are good.
Ironic- but I know about dysfunctional,
I know everything about misunderstood.

Longing however is fruitless.
I'm counting my blessings; I've won.
All the while still knowing deep down fear is growing-
scared I'm unable to stop what's begun.

And all we can do now is wonder
while waiting for truths to be told.
Studying past pages, trying to be courageous;
how could the next chapter unfold?

Smirking- face still, mind ever moving.
In the distance; security shown through a single look.
In my mind you've already been left far behind
but still know better than closing up the book.