It was like the final creased leaf letting go of its branch in the fall,
and see it dance away with the wind never to return.
It was like the last drop of rain hitting the ground in the desert,
and knowing that this drop would be the very last.
It was like the glittering snow washing away in the streets,
and leaving them slippery and ***** and grey again.
It was like the dying flower in the garden, once so beautiful,
and watching it giving in, knowing its beauty would be replaced.

That is what it was like when you gave me that one last glance.

Once, the leaf sat so proudly on its branch in a coat of green,
with no care in the world on a bright, sunny day in June.
Once, the rain would keep falling, all wet and soothing ,
with pearly drops of hope spreading its moist in the sand.
Once, the crystals of the snow would brighten the winter night,
with its twinkling white embrace so soft and pure.
Once, the flower was bursting, lively and full of joy,
with a touch of grace and confidence, believed to be ever-young.

Once, your icy blue, absorbing stare, would also feel that way.