The still of life

I wonder what happens at the end? Is there a release? Slow or abrupt?

The ever still of nothing or beaming lights of love?

The dance of life is so precious.

The song comes to an end.

Fading notes and leaving the dance floor.

So final.

I think to myself. Do the people in my life know what they mean to me?

Have I made myself open to them? Have I shared?

What does the lump in your throat mean as you fully understand the meaning of the memory?

So short by any means.

I fathom the magnitude of every act and word.

I wonder...