Terminus

It’ll come to an end someday

And you’ll never have seen it coming

No matter what, in some form or way,

You’ll find yourself thumbing

Through the files of your past

In search of the definite answer

To the questions “why didn’t it last?”

And “Where went the laughter?”

The haunting truth will come to light

That we are not eternal

And come some time, some day or night

Our milk of life will curdle

Years and years will come and go

With smiles and tears alike

Always fast and never slow

Our morning will fade to twilight