Of endings and beginnings

Your time has ended because you chose to end it. 

I asked you.

Several times. 

How many doors and windows do I need to open for you?

How many thousands of tears should I shed for you? 

Life does not seem to end the way you want it to?

You chose your ending. Our ending. 

Remember when I asked you what you wanted to do with us? That was my last play to at least know if anything is worth saving. 

I cannot save you. 

Not anymore. 

You never wanted me to.