The End by Mark Aulet, Poetry Winner

The end is near, it as I feared
Our time has ended, it’s very clear
Like seasons passing we move on
Wondering how to weather the storm
We once were united, together as one
The end has come, like a shot from a gun
Unknown territory, unknown fate
Our love was strong, the best, first rate
Now we speak, it’s not the same
We look at each other, neither one is to blame
The end is here, it’s as I feared