So this is farewell, old friend…

I am finally at the last page.

There is more to be said,

more to be shared,

but there is no more space here to put it.

You are finite,

despite all of the promise your empty pages held.

And they carry three years’ worth

of memories,

of poems,

of stories,

of emotion locked away.

I cannot regret this bond.

I will always keep you with me,

look back on what we shared,

take from you new inspiration

in these old words.

You hold part of me now,

a version of me as I was and will not be again.

A record.

A truth.

I’ve reached your end, and must start anew.

So goodbye.