What Now?

It had started to feel like the end,

The End wala end,

But, there was always this tiny voice,

That echoed in the emptiness of my heart,

Saying, it's not,

However, I shushed it,

But, really, now,

It feels like there's so much left to say,

So much left to hear,

So much left to whisper,

What do we call this now?

A broken promise?

A relapse?

Rereading an old book?

Or just, life?