The Last Goodbye

Drawing of beautiful, sad young woman, titled 'Another Sad Love Song' by Lee WildeAre you staying?” I already knew the answer, the small, chilled word in my chest.

“No. I can’t.”

“You mean you won’t.”

A silent moment there, neither daring to touch the jagged edge. He stared down at his hands, beautiful, smooth. “I just can’t.”

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Gone

Last night in my dreams, I had drawn a tropical storm. Dark, menacing beauty. Gusts of charcoal rendered paper houses ripped and torn.

Then…combing my hair with my fingers. Ribbons of light in a darkened room.

“I have to leave soon.” he said. I already knew. “We could write” he began.

I touched my hands to his lips, “Sssh…” and the blue-grey cotton of his shirt, already feeling him gone.

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Years later. “It was never going to last. We were young.”

“We don’t know that.” he whispered into the phone.