With each passing day I wake to find you next to me.
Sleeping.
Finding it harder and harder to say "Goodbye".
With every step I take,
I find it harder to make it feel like not falling.
Desperately dreaming that we were standing,
glancing, piercing each others eyes.
Waking, seething, at the creepy sound of a whispered "Goodbye".
With every breath I take
I find more and more reasons to step away from you.
More reasons to pull my hand faintly
away from your wetted, trembling, quivering lips.
An ill fated future without a goodbye kiss.
With each passing day,
the cold air in your words caress my heart.
Touching the inner me until I am no longer relevant.
This nightmare ending with a silent note,
played and signed by tears.
Relentlessly I continue to find myself thinking, sighing, but never crying.
P.S. Goodbye