She walks off and you watch her go. Stopping to smell the roses on her way.
All you can do is picture the look of adoration in her eyes the last time
she was below you and your love buried perfectly inside of her.
One look over her shoulder she delivers a sweet smile in your direction.
Your heart stops, breaks, empties out of you onto the ground at your feet.
Is this death? It feels like death…am I dying?
Frozen in agony your breath as well betrays you.
She is gone now out of sight around the corner.
Is this the last time I will see her?
It can’t be she is everything, my world, my love, my life…
Chase her, I should chase her, should I chase her?
Your thoughts next to lead you head on into a tailspin
The bed that night cold as is the blood in your veins, your body numb.
You wish for someone to dig the heart right out of your chest just to stop the pain.
You don’t want it anymore and then you panic to think it could be gone
You need it you, can’t be a minute without. It is your reminder, it has now become her.
It keeps you company where she once loved you.
The beautiful agony remains.
Life has found us both at the end of a long hallway reaching for the same door handle
and the very second our hands brush against each other she is gone…
The pain, the nagging ache in your chest, memories of her love, of her hatred gone, it all is gone.
Once our eyes meet the future is born from it.