She looks
beautiful
in the doorway,
in golden sunlight and
bitter coldness on
her soft tan skin.
Her eyes speak volumes to me.
I wish more than anything
that I could
stay.
Is this the
end?
We both knew the answer
but we lied
to eachother anyway.
We lied to ourselves.
I am in darkness now.
It surrounds me fully,
engulfing my every pore.
I know she is out there
somewhere,
in a doorway,
looking back
and speaking without words.
She is my always.
And now
time has run out for me.
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