The beginning of the end

It has finally seen the light of the day.
No, letting go off the hand has not been an emotional dare.
The anticipation of when had never been there,
because I had foreseen the eventuality that had reigned all the way.

How to end, I ponder.
Should it be an epitaph of recollections, their exchange,
or the look into each others eyes in its change to revenge?
By the way, can I still behold you, I wonder.

I have had my fill of moments with you, have I?
When my fingers had reached just below your lips to wipe off an unwanted morsel,
the distance however infinitesimal hadn't been bridged but it continues to ring a bell.
Will it feature in your retrospection, will I?

To thou I bid farewell, but that's the easy part.
You had become a habit and those die hard.
Forgive me, if for you, I still quote from Keats, Wilde and the Bard,
and if ever again I fail to make another start.