11th August 2010

It’s only one that I remember,
you are not forgotten, though… my dear.
I want you to stay,
your promises kept, locked, you nodding your head,
telling me that everything will be okay.
I have to hear the voice that told me,
the same voice,
that voice that told me the truth.

Your hand upon my face, brushing the twine-like hair;
the veil it was creating in front of my eyes,
myself, hiding, hidden,
no matter how many truths you discovered;
your hands, my spine,
and fingers intertwined -

If you’re okay, let go.

A smile, a tear in the eye,
one last goodbye,
then we walk, though close together as the sun sets.