Monday, March 4, 2002

Go With A Kiss

A sob escapes my throat as the door closes behind you. I throw myself on my bed and cry. I just let you walk out the door. My head aches and my tears show no sign of stopping. Eventually I doze into a fitful sleep where I am haunted my dreams of you. I have given you two years of my life and in one afternoon it is all gone. You decided you needed to explore a little. Some freedom would do us both some good I believe were the word you used. I hesitantly as the question that I dread the answer to, your answer will either extinguish every ember of hope or revive the dying fire. "Is this permanent?" Your eyes show the harsh truth that your words are trying to soften. I stand there like a stone, not moving not breathing. Your eyes are filled with a million emotions. Some of these emotions sting like a slap in the face while others beg for forgiveness. You apologize and turn to leave to let me grieve in silence. Your footsteps pause as I call your name softly. I kiss your cheek softly and mutter the words that heal your soul and destroy mine.

"Go with a kiss and remember I love you always."