If it's the end,

Let that be it.

I'll bid my farewell

Without etching my

Initials on the stars to see.

I'll leave without tucking my

Shirt in.

I'll leave without shackles

Of glory cuffed on my hands.

I'll leave, leaving behind my

Ugly scribbling of reluctant efforts.

That is how it always has been.

Let my desperate sigh end

With me

And evaporate like the morning dew.

To the

Eternal nothingness

Where nothing but peace prevails.