Journey from the End

I sit and redream all the dreams I had of our future,
and try to remind myself that they will never come true,
the dog, the children and the white picket fences,
will never be something shared between me and you.
I had finally settled down and could rest at night,
I had believed my long search was finally done,
but now I must pack my bags and restart that journey,
you have stood up and declared that you are not the one.
It will come one day that I can sit back,
laugh with you and refer to you as friend,
but now I am in too much denial,
because we are too close to what was the end.

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