The look on her eyes was unmistakable. Betrayal and disappointment shaded her perfect features.
Her voice cracked when she told me. Her throat tight, tears trying not to fall, she was strangely calm. I had hurt her for the last time, she said.
I begged her to stay. Begged her not to leave me alone. Selfish and angry, I lashed out.
The tears that were threatening to fall behind her doe eyes, came down in a torrent.
But she drew in a breath, and wiped her gray eyes, darkened now because of the pain, with the back of her hand.
She kissed me softly, and I tasted saltiness of her tears on my lips. “Goodbye,” she whispered.
Without so much as a backward glance she walked out of my life forever. Taking my soul and my dreams with her.
And I wept at the sight of her, disappearing down the street. Knowing that it was my fault she was gone.
Kim V. Poetry 