By Harjyot Kaur
I saw you on the other side of the room,
a drink in your hand, a smile on your face;
my heart sank, but you looked happy,
so I stole one last glance, and left.
I remember everything about that day,
each detail of that past, engraved on my mind;
I remember how your hold on my body loosened,
your face became lifeless;
your smile, it just disappeared,
never to be seen again,until tonight.
I held your hands in mine,
all too aware that this will be the last time,
I looked at you, or at least I tried,
and I told you, it’s time to say goodbye.
You let go of my hands, and I’ve never
felt that warmth again; how can I?
Strange hands are always cold.
I remember that piercing look,
how it tore me into countless unfathomable pieces,
some of which I’m still trying to work with,
barely able to hold on to them;
Others lost in the process of letting you go.
You walked away that day,
just looked at me, and left;
never said a word.
The silence lingered, and now,
after months, I still feel it,
walking beside me; my only
I stole one last glance,
not ready to have to leave you again,
Half-hoping you’ll meet my eyes,
But the silence stared at me,
And told me, it’s time to say goodbye (again).