Ok, this started out as an idea for a poem, but I just couldn't find the right words to make it rhyme without leaving things out. I think it is better said this way anywayz.
We're both standing there talking. We both know it's imposible for us to be together, it will never work. So it is better if he just goes now, he says, to save ourselves from the heartache later.
But it already hurts so much.
I ask if I can have just one last dance, and my eyes already begin to tear. He holds me in his arms for what I know will be the last time.
I never knew his touch could hurt so much, because I know when this song ends, I'll have to let go.
My tears are flowing in a steady stream now. And he doesn't even know it because I've mastered the art of crying silently.
The music stops. The song I didn't even hear is over. If I pull back and look at him, he'll see the tears on my cheeks and the pain in my eyes, and I don't want him to hurt anymore than he already is. So, I just squeeze his hand, whisper 'goodbye' in his ear, and walk away.
Once I am out of his sight I fall to my knees with my face in my hands and I scream through my tears because the world is so unfair. |
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