Unfinished

That cup of tea, long grown cold.
The scone, I shared it with.
That labor of love, so many details.
The few last, traded for peace.
Those big plans to tidy up,
Abandoned for practical things.
Those few lines of something yet to be,
A note to my future self.
My work each night before I rest.
The laugh I shared with a friend.
That dream I lost when morning came.
My story…
Unfinished.