Waiting for Goodbye

Dusk whipped up the sky

reflected in rust colored water

The starkness of white is dragged with dust as

it sweeps over dusty stones

Soft sighs touch pale cheeks

as they wind through the metal gate

Hooded eyes gaze down in wonder and regret

Longing

wishing that the night wouldn’t end

Parting was such sweet sorrow

the famous man had said

Nothing could tear them apart

Hands clasped together

prolonging the end

Soft lines and shy smiles

“Do you have to go?”

this question lingered in the air

Is this goodbye?

Hands clasped tighter

“Yes”

Would this be the last?

The last time skin would brush

Passing boring familial dinners

with hidden secrets beneath the sheet

No

Time would repeat on their next meeting

Marriage was around the corner

whoever said patience was a virtue lied

As we lie to the world

praying that the soul has found its missing piece