Everything I see, I’m seeing for the last time.

Every time I laugh, it’s closer to the finale.

I am chasing dreams off the end of every page.

My shoes are worn and ink-stained.

The words I leave behind form

Sentences structuring stories

Of the escapades and stunts

I performed by your side.

They can’t close the book until it’s over

But they have been reading with their eyes.

I wanted to get away, so now I will, although 

my wishes have changed. I would love to stay.

This chapter will end with my goodbye.

I know that spoils the line a little

But maybe I’ll visit in nine months

So then we can write our sequel.