She remembers the first time she watched him leave She remembers the way her voice shook as she exhaled And as she watched him turn the corner She asked with trembling hands and a fast beating heart, "Does this ever get easier?" And no one answered. She was alone, Save for the cold breeze biting at her bones And the deep purple sky filling her lungs She closed her eyes. That was then. And now, This is the last time she will ever say goodbye to him. It's different this time. A proper goodbye, Bittersweet and all. She turns the corner, looking back at him once more She watches him as she leaves Drowns in his smile one final time Listens to the sound of his laughter, although it makes her heart clench And while she doesn't believe in silver lining, She thinks that perhaps someone can smooth out the rough edges of life. Not him. He warms her up from the inside out But he burns when she gets too close. He makes her cheeks turn pink And her hands blister. She exhales. The sands of time flow through her hands, Days turn to years, Memories fade, But the constant flow of time between her fingers is almost comforting Life moves fast, And everything has now come to a close But for the first time in a long time She thinks she's okay with that.
I remember when I wrote this. Tbh most of this ain't even a metaphor lol