For The Poets.

Goodbye

They hugged goodbye
but continued talking
Old love catching fire again
It was as if time stood still
Neither wanting to leave
I watched from a distance
The way she looked at him
The way he looked at her
They said their final goodbye
I watched her leave
And him go the other way
But then I saw her
Turn around to look back at him
But he didn't turn around
She left a piece of her heart in  that goodbye
And he took it with him.