He would always say goodbye
every morning every night

He would always say take care
Brush his fingers through her hair

Months together turned to days
The last week was just a haze

For so long as they could stand
He reached out to hold her hand

They knew he'd leave in a week
So he kissed her on the cheek

Told her softly 'now take care'
Brushed his fingers through her hair

Then with one last heartful sigh
He took a breath and said goodbye

Copyright © Lara B. a.k.a. Lalachan
January 2013