In the End

In the end,

you will realize — you were always alone.

All the memories you thought

would live forever

will fade into whispers of dust.

Someone you believed

would stay close to your heart

will someday become no one at all.

In the end, silence will be your only friend.

The cool breeze will embrace you,

the sunrise will lend you sight,

and sunsets will cradle

your unrequited life in quiet light.

All the rivers of sweat you gathered,

the toil, the ache, the endless chase —

will dry beneath the harsh rays of nothingness.

The one who once walked beside you,

the soul you thought eternal,

will choose another path

as soon as the terrain grows rough.

The wealth you ran after for years

will laugh at your restlessness,

mocking your sleepless nights.

In the end —

anything you did,

anything you built —

will not even matter.

And you will realize this

upon your final breath:

No one was truly there for you.

No one — was ever there for you.