That doorway goodbye.
Timid, quick, apprehensive.
You, just as me.
The goodbye, promise of a continuation.
Knowing it would never come?
Oh how you walked out the doorway.
Running out, to try. I tried.
Only to see you, standing there.
Tear running down your cheek.
A sad smile,
A promise.
A underlying sadness.
The sadness of this goodbye,
A microcosm of the unknown.
To be left unopened.
A picture I wont forget.
You.
Standing in that doorway,
Tear-on-cheek.
For that doorway goodbye.
A message unspoken.
Moment shared.
Our goodbye.
Our moment.
Our shared times,
Flashing before my eyes.
The laughs,
Shared conversations.
That time,
Laying in your bed.
You looking me in the eye,
Straight through,
Into my soul.
And I into yours.
A doorway goodbye.
Moments grabbed from reality.
With this doorway goodbye.
Another storyesque poem, one that follows on from “That Beach Sunset. The Last Night Together“. A continuation. Of the story. The end to the story, most likely, and for now. But most likely the end.
Again, I say that I’m not unhappy, I’m happy and okay, just thinking to a memory. Happy, sad, nostalgic and remembering. I’m good.