The End of a Story

And so it ends.
No more tears left to cry. No more words left to say.
There's just no more.
Now that there's just you and me. Now that there's no us. I have nothing left.
No use for the sweet memories I've stock piled. No place to store the notes, cards, and other tangibles. No one with whom to share secret glances and inside jokes. No warm body to cuddle into. No irritations to soothe and fights to make up. No one to cook for. No one to wash dishes with. No one to fold laundry with. No one pounce on, to complain about, to praise, or to give me butterflies.
I have nowhere to put the love that wasn't ready to be over. Nothing to do with the plans and visions of the future.
And so it ends.