He had the softest hands of any man I'd ever known. It was those hands that now wrapped themselves around me, settling at the small of my back - comfortable, almost as though that was where they belonged.
"You can't leave me," he breathed.
I couldn't do anything but shake my head and feel my hands cradle his head against my shoulder as he cried.
"I really did love you, I do I just wish -"
"I know."
It seemed to multiply his anguish and his chest heaved with sobs. A month ago it had been me. I stood shattered watching him walk away from me. That day he became another's, at least officially.
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about: indefinite goodbyes, listlessness
soundtrack: Louis Armstrong - What a Wonderful World
P.S. i hope you read this and know i gave everything short of my soul for you.
YOU ARE READING
Love Untold
PoetryThere's a certain kind of warmth that slides off the edge of your thoughts, heavy and slick, dark and veiled, silky and smooth as ink to imprint on your heart. ...and these are those words. Special thanks to @sparrowed
