We said our last good-bye. I embraced you tightly...twice.
As I sit in my own solitude and close my eyes, I can still feel you.
Your scent lingers on my skin.
I breathe you in.
I continue to lay in isolation before mustering up the courage to wash away the last remnant of you.
Something I'm reluctant to do.
Because I'll have to face the reality that you're gone.
That I have to get on with my life leaving you in the past...at the gate where we said our good-byes.
I can't look back.
I won't look back.
I can't think of hypotheticals.
I know the idea of seeing you again...is but a forlorn hope.
So I'll accept what is.
