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at history's end
So,
this is good-bye (I thought)
"Maybe not"

She tried to touch me...
With tears, now cold.
"I will love you for all eternity," she promised

And she looked away
"This is The End."

even the past clouded

But eternities...
might be cyclic,

"Then I will love you again."

Not destined,
"But given a choice...

An eternity together,
another
apart

"We'll know soon enough," she said.