I watched her through my glass door and my watery eyes
As she walked away from my porch
And got into her truck,
As she sweetly yet sadly smiled and waved
Before backing out of my driveway
Onto the dimly-lit night road.
I could still feel the soft kiss upon my lips she left me with;
I could still hear her voice in the truck singing some song about loving me until her dying day;
I could still see her eyes:
A sea of love;
An ocean of reassurance.
My love, everything will be okay.
I'll see you again when the colors change.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC
I watched her through my glass door and my watery eyes
As she walked away from my porch
And got into her truck,
As she sweetly yet sadly smiled and waved
Before backing out of my driveway
Onto the dimly-lit night road.
I could still feel the soft kiss upon my lips she left me with;
I could still hear her voice in the truck singing some song about loving me until her dying day;
I could still see her eyes:
A sea of love;
An ocean of reassurance.
My love, everything will be okay.
I'll see you again when the colors change.