A/N: written 08/16/13. The goodbye that was never spoken.


he touches her with finality,
fingers lingering a moment too long,
as if to memorize the feel of her skin.

there are no words,
just urgent hands and
breaths begging for contact
with something a little more permanent.

(she pushes a palm to his
heart, pressing her
truth to the lying muscle).

i. love. you.

his fingers nod their understanding,
tapping to a rhythm their lives had forgotten.

(her cheeks are wet with goodbyes,
and—
it was always meant to end this way).