Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Final Goodbyes

His voice dropped down low,
A little above a mouse whisper.
My head turned slow,
My heart began to quiver.
His eyes turned to the sky,
Blazing red hot.
He looks at me,
And I’m stuck to the spot.
He slowly walks,
Left hand in right.
If I didn’t know any better,
I’d say he was bout to fight.
He gets to me,
And lifts a brow.
My bodies trembling,
Shaking now.
I look to him
And want to scream.
It’s all playing out,
As if it were a dream.
He reaches out to touch me,
And I close my eyes.
He leans forward to kiss me,
Our final goodbyes.

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