Every tale comes to an end
No one said it would be
Delightful
Or the glass would be half
Or that he’d like the medicine
It held
Or anyone would care how he felt
The inn keeper didn’t
Care about
The fact that he was out of money
Meant this was the end of his story
Truth had spoken to his superior
And agreed to give him time to grieve
That was ending today
He had to leave
Soon
Just to make it
For duty in the morning
Truth was looking forward
To a positive finish
Not mourning
So would Truth shoot him
This afternoon
He had no answer
What was he expecting
Something
Except no answer
So for nostalgia’s sake
He goes back to the meeting place
No to wait
But to waste
Time
Even though it’s pointless
He hates
Time
Checking the sun in the sky
He realises he has to ride out to
Regret
Forget the past
He tried
As he gets up it’s
The perfect moment
To hear a voice call a name
He hadn’t heard in a long while
Stand
Turn
Smile
She jumps in his arms
Cried
“You left it to the last minute.”
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
“I figured I’d give you a little more time.”
She sees tears
Said nothing
Sunset framing lips touching
Hands unbuttoning
And that’s where
The story usually ends
Ever after
Another one
Again
But this is a love story
For people who love stories
After
Is where reality sets in