I knew instinctively that August afternoon was our last day together
I anticipated your silence, your gradual goodbye
So why am I breaking to pieces
One memory, one touch, one step at a time?
Is there a purpose to selfishly hoping that I’m not alone
When I ruefully smile at the thought of our hands
Timidly linked by the budding affection in your onyx-like eyes?
What’s my escape from this self-imposed sentence
Of senseless remembrance and guileless lies
When endlessly longing won’t bring you back?
“Goodbye” by Azul Serena