I was afraid to kiss you goodbye.

I knew the time would come
but i delayed it.
I didn't want to thing about
never seeing you again.

Never seeing your crooked smile
or the dimples with your laugh,
or how your eyes danced in the sun
and the moonlight on your skin.

I didn't want to face the prospect
of never seeing you again.
Never enjoying your kisses at night
and forgetting your blissful glances.

I was afraid to kiss you goodbye.
That would have made our departure real
and that reality was something
that i never wanted to face.

I saw you board that boat
and smile at me.
You raised your hand to a half-wave
and smiled, almost as though to re-assure me.

Now, looking back, I realize:
I was afraid to kiss you goodbye.
Because somewhere, deep down, I knew
this wasn't the end.


A/N - This is kind of a continuation of "Dear Diary". Ok, it's a couple of months later than that poem but it's about the same person.