28th

Each passing step came towards us,
that momentary leap into
distance.

Further behind, you were from me.
Looking, helping, coaxing you to follow,
yet possibility fled.

The desperation formed

foundations,

that carved stone walkways,

and intrigued a certain traveller.

 

 

Charted voyage, individuals, collections and
the sweet sign of companionship
created fullest of feeling.

It all dwindled once

 the world left you.

Shock never quite sustains the damage.
Those lingering thoughts of hatred.

Of how much of a better friend I could have been.

 

Of how neither of us will never know.

 

The pain I feel, of love that
not once before comprehended.

In till that moment when you silently

 closed those doors behind me,

 

as you left.