There have been
one too many,
yet to you
its the hardest
good bye to say.
To cherish though
I have
your warm embrace,
snug in your arms,
the rhythm of your breath;
gentle and soft
on my face.
The smell of you,
ever so faint,
that lingers
long after
I am on my own.
The almost telepathic way
you find me,
you find me,
inconsequential talks
of pretense
only to assure me
of your presence.
The gruff shrug ,
"nothing"
you say.
You know
I love you
all the more
for it,
the curve of your
drooping shoulder included,
because
I know
I am never alone.
None of that change,
no matter
how far,
from you,
I am ,away,
I couldnt bid you farewell,
anyday,
its, indeed,
the hardest
good bye to say.
