• The sky was a mixture of purple and red
    Hand-crafted to perfection
    The day she had said
    Her good-byes too him.
    She couldn't even raise up
    Her eyes to him.
    He had grasped her arm tightly
    Too afraid to let go.
    Yet too stubborn to show
    the feelings they both know
    that he had for her.
    His heart..In his throat
    His throat..in his hands.
    His hands..in his pockets
    where his will now stands.
    His eyes were blue
    Now murky with tears
    Tears left abandoned
    for thirteen years.
    He pulled her to his chest
    and she gladly obliged.
    She melted in his warmth, his love
    and sighed.
    She leaned back from him.
    And studied his expression
    which he tried to hide
    with a "manly" impression.
    "I'm not going anywhere."
    she said in his ear.
    He grimaced for
    that wasn't what he wanted to hear.
    "Stay here with me."
    he chided.
    Finally, he had said it.
    It came so easily
    those words he had dreaded.
    "I don't want you to go. Your love is the only one I've known
    and wish to know. I'll be nothing without you here."
    She choked back tears.
    Her words now quivering.
    She told herself she wouldn't cry.
    She'd be strong too.
    "Your love is all that I knew. I'm not leaving you, I'll be right here."
    She pointed to his heart.
    "I'll always be here. Always and forever. Don't you forget it. Not now, not ever."
    "But how will I go on?" He exclaimed. The pressure increasing.
    He wanted to die.
    No longer keep living.
    "You will go on because your heart is strong. You will find someone who loves you again.
    Who loves you like I do. And when you find them, embrace them. Because I sent them to you."
    And at this he let go.
    It took courage to kill.
    His heart now in pieces.
    But his will stronger still.
    And he stepped back as the rest came
    to say their good-bye.
    Under the mixture of red and purple strewn sky.