Day 42
It was time to bid goodbye.
In a hurry,
Came her last few words.
All she wanted to say was,
“Hold me tight, please don’t let me go.”
But all she said was,
“Okay bye, I need to go.”
So long
Tea and Prose
Tea and Prose
Day 42
It was time to bid goodbye.
In a hurry,
Came her last few words.
All she wanted to say was,
“Hold me tight, please don’t let me go.”
But all she said was,
“Okay bye, I need to go.”
Into Words 
His eyes shown with sadness upon hearing no warmth in her words.
Yet, from his chest sprang an invisible hand which grasped at her delicate flesh.
The fingers stopped within an inch of bone, wondering if their desire was misplaced,
As she vanished from the scene, the hand remained extended, holding onto something intangible,
Slowing the owner’s movements as he proceeded to figure out how to move on without her.
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