all the tangible things.
all the words.
all the emotions felt.
temporary bookmarks in the story of our lives.
eventually,
we turn the last page –
stand face to face with words that close out this experience of living.
regardless the number of pages.
in spite of addendum’s and sequels to the main plot –
there will always be closure –
completion of the drama,
simply stated –
the end…
standing too close to the edge 