some goodbye’s are choices made
without thinking too much
too much thought would make them impossible to make
and so she chose to let him fly back
this man from a sunny sunday afternoon at the market
without ever letting him see her face again
or kiss her
and have him feel her rub her face against his
or running his hands along her body
this scene is familiar he whispered to her
the following evening
as she lay across his chest
the same way she had just done until dawn
and then he kissed her, long
deeply, the way she should be kissed
some goodbye’s just have to be that way
some love stories never see their own end
they crash on take off
lies, truth, and love
his why wasn’t enough to keep her
and he wasn’t going to stay anyway
he knew she was not one to be caged
and so he loved her, and so she would die
slowly, as he fought her freedom
they both knew
and never looking back
she let him go
Q♥