Goodbye

Goodbye

The word seems ripped from his lips

He lingers though

His hand is on my cheek

Taking in the last of me

My scent

My touch

My feel

Me

I love him

But he can’t stay

I step back

Away from his touch

Finally parting us

He nods

Understands

It’s time for him to go

Go

Goodbye

Goodbye

The End

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