Lavandula

there stood his beloved. there she once stood. but left to drift

away, far far away.

distant alone cold. distant without a hold.

a farewell in letter, if only to send her.

beautiful, but sad. beautiful for it happened, and

beautiful in the wonder ahead.

That was it. The end of the chapter. The paths became lost, it was coming to a close. He looked up to the skies and wondered. Lingering for as long as possible, in what little remained.

There were still mountains of stories and journeys to be told. It was just the beginning, even as many came to an end.