Ending

I'm off tonight, but left it right
inside the pages creased.
 
And though I read beyond your sight
and breath of the deceased.  
 
Still I see the flashes of the calm  
before the storm.  
 
When spreading out the ashes of  
a time that kept me warm.  
 
I left it there and cleared the air
inside your finished book.
 
I cannot grasp that ending here,
but dared I crept a look.  
 
Still I see the morning as I wake
to curse this gift.
 
When dwelling on the break
that shifted me into this rift.  
 
I'm here today, but gone away
inside the pages worn.  
 
For when I drifted to that day
this nightmare was reborn.