We spoke whispers in the shadows
because since the beginning
we were doomed in the dark.

You had the utter decency of telling me how you'd outgrown my gnarled hands that used to be clasped in endless hope with you.

And so you proceeded with your litany of sad literature and decided to head for the hills.

You trod along that lonely road
as though every step you took
was saying goodbye to forever.

Slowly, the distance that painted
the unforgiving space between us
ran its soft fingers through my seething soul, rendered me so mortified I could die.

Tonight, I take refuge in the thought
that things will eventually fall into place.

I will shuffle all my sobbing into my sleeves. Guess I'm getting bloodshot eyes after all.