Looking straight into my eyes
He told me things I've heard before
But I felt a tremor in his heart,
Awakening my inner fears once more.
Standing so close to me
He held my clammy hands,
His grasp was surprisingly gentle
Too gentle, yet quite distant.
Searching behind those brown eyes
What have I been missing there?
Or is it the way he held my hands
Together with his unusually blank stare?
Embracing me tight all of a sudden
He caught me by surprise,
Recently, why the strange gestures?
Is he saying goodbye?
Biting my lips, fighting back tears
The questions are too painful to say,
So before I lose my courage, before I beg him to stay
I'll just turn my back and walk away.
YOU ARE READING
Summer Sands
PoetrySummer The days are longer The night skies Draped in stars, Shimmering pearls in the ocean; While the seagulls soar Above the ever, turning tides.
