Tearful Goodbyes

Tearful goodbyes have never been my style. I’d rather watch you slip silently away, taking my heart with you and never seeing it break. I don’t want you to know how much it hurt to hear you say goodbye, or how much time I spent memorizing the lines of your face. You’re burned on my brain and buried in my heart. Sometimes heartbreak is worse than dying because it doesn’t kill you. It won’t make you stronger in the end. You’ll just fade away slowly, counting the days until the heart that beats for love unrequited will just stop. The hour is after sunset and just before twilight: that minimal spectrum that keeps you away from the light yet out of the dark. I’m caught there in between, between loving you and losing you. If I’m not ready to let you go, then how come the words evade me? I can’t say how I feel, how much you mean to me. I let you escape.