I guess this is it. The curtains has finally fallen in a whirlwind spin together with the endless replay of the images. The crestfallen cast. The agitated crowd calling for encore yet again. But this time round, the lights have come on, bringing on a fixated glare on everyone. Everyone packs their bags and does a turnaround.
Turning my back while leaving the longing to linger on.
No. There just ain't nothing to hold on anymore. No nothing.
I would just pretend everything that happened last night was nothing but a passing wind. In a bid to preserve whatever beauty that was left of us. The ugly is inevitable but I wouldn't allow it to stain the memories. And I would one day walk and smile to you once again.
Till then, it is goodbye to you.
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