The Last Goodbye

The rain fell tenderly,
A lover to my skin,
Each drop a sensation,
A warm plop of wetness,
Tracing trails downward,
as I stood there watching you go,
Loneliness a lump rising in my throat,
Your red scarf whipping behind you,
Waving goodbye in the wind,
The tears that followed were just as lost,
Mingled maddeningly - 

in the already wet of the rain.
Involuntarily I reached out
into the nothingness between,
growing greater

by the ticking of empty seconds,
The air weighed down on me,
Oppressive and thick,
I couldn't let you walk away --

But I did, 
Standing there in the rain,
layers of tears upon tears,
Soaked through and through,
Standing there with no words,
Watching as we came to an end.

 

-SJ

Reviews

[Sincere]

you are a very talented writer

[Roy]

Beautiful!