blood_red_sharpie_elipsis once again They have fallen short. Her auburn strands no longer cling to his cotton fibers. They must live with these omissions. Can life really resolve itself at the end of the half hour? And should we refrain from placing a period where so clearly something else would serve. Is it wrong to run on so? There are a million ways to say goodbye, but none that do not tear. If nothing ever ended could we ever begin something new? Or would it just be the same song on repeat? How long can you listen to even the best song before it gets old? But even the longest run-on must end with a period. The ellipsis does not solve your problems. No matter how romantic the notion of unfinished stories may be, each one stops somewhere… some happily ever after… some never ever after… and life may go on, an epilogue to the story of a life, but stories end. Or do they? And her hair is that strawberry blonde once more. It is laughing, or swirling, or hiding her face. She has not forgotten the softness of his shirt, nor does she intend to. She has simply said goodbye. And his shirt is smiling, or crying, or falling to the floor, or hunching with his shoulders. He still remembers her hair on his skin and perhaps he always will. Bu he has said goodbye. And so a door may close, but seldom does it lock. They are not ones to end it on a period. ”It’s been fun.” ”It has.” ”Ciao Sugar.” ”Later Kiddo.” 041029 what's it to you? who go blather from