Epiphany.

Tomorrow.

"Hey when is he leaving?",
I asked his sister,
I couldn't help it,
I was too curious,
"Tomorrow",
She answered.
Her big brown eyes,
Staring at me,
"Oh okay. Thanks!",
I said.
But as soon as she turned around,
The first tear fell,
I quickly hid my face,
Wiping the stray tears,
Quickly with my quivering hands.
He's leaving tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
I won't get to see him,
Anymore tomorrow onwards,
I looked up at him,
He looked stressed,
Uncomfortable,
I could sense it.
His eyes,
That I'm soon going to miss,
Looked sad and empty,
But his face looked fresh,
Like a flower,
Just blossomed.
I stared,
And stared,
And stared,
Until his sister stood up,
To leave,
He got up too,
I turned to the window,
I couldn't do this,
My eyes filled with tears,
Again,
But this is the last time,
I'll ever get to look at him,
I turned my head again,
Towards him,
And then,
He turned back,
Locking his eyes with me,
For the last time,
But what caught my eyes,
Was the small smile on his face,
My breathing exhilarated,
My hands held the handle,
Too tight for my own liking,
Until my knuckles,
Turned pale.
Holy poop!
He smiled,
A genuine yet sad one,
But he smiled.
I blinked my eyes at him,
Shocked,
His smile pierced through my heart,
Like a dagger.
He rarely smiled,
Ever,
He wouldn't just smile for anything.
And with that last smile,
He got down,
Leaving me staring,
At the now closed door,
My breathing still high,
And I broke down,
Not able to hold it in me,
Anymore,
I sobbed with my hands,
Covering my face,
Hoping no one would hear me,
Realisation hitting me all at once,
That that is the last time,
I'll ever see him,
And the last thing I saw of him?,
His beautiful smile,
That broke my heart,
And left me speechless,
Yes! he has this effect on me,
I fell in love with him,
All over again,
I'll never forget that smile,
Ever in my lifetime.
And then I held my head up,
Taking deep breathes,
To calm myself down,
Damn! I never cried so much,
For a guy before.
I blankly stared out the window,
Thinking it all again.
It was over,
No more of our silly stares,
No more of our 'I love you's',
Nothing.
And I'm now dreading for tomorrow,
As I have to put on a fake smile,
Around everybody,
But I swear,
I'm dead inside.
Dear time,
I hate you for not being right,
And dear tomorrow,
I hate you for tearing us apart.
-r.f.

Got inspiration to write this, a few days ago 😊 and this is a real incident  experienced by myself 😝 anyways... Vote and comment how you feel about the poem 💕 it would mean a lot to me 😌