Couplets of joy, quatrains of pain Some lines are silent, some need to be heard Moments go missing between every line You meant to remember — but ran out of time Chapters keep turning faster each day The stories you treasure just slip away No way to pause, no way to rewind Only footprints we leave behind You still have time to rewrite the end To circle back to where it began There’s meaning in margins and words unsaid Turning the pages, you skip right through Missing the lines that were meant for you Don’t run from the storm, don’t live with regret You’ll never feel the rain without getting wet Before you notice — it’s the epilogue Before you notice — it’s the epilogue
