The end of a love story (Peom that i wrote)

The end of a love story should be a scream

A volcano which shakes with fire springs

But never a door that closes gently

At the point that we are even not really rocked

The end of a love story should be dizzy

A hurricane that leaves standing a few remnants

But never a suitcase, carefully prepared

As for a scheduled trip at dawn

The end of a love story should be a prayer

A call for help in the middle of desert

But never a flower that fades slowly

And that curves back in the cold against the wind

The end of a love story should be a sob

A convulsion which its power chokes the words

But never a sigh too quiet and too light

An ordinary break, easy to carry