Farewell

It's time to say farewell to Sunday Scribblings 2. My sincere thanks go to Magical Mystery Teacher for hosting the site. I leave you with a poem and a vignette.

Goodbye my love

Don’t speak

Words will only steal the moment

Your breath

the beating of your heart

says more than words could say

Be still

as my eyes feast on your beauty

Your satin skin

tinted by the sinking sun

is how I will remember you

Watch not

as I melt into the night

All I ask

is for a place in your heart

as you will have in mine.

Let me read it to you - SINGLE click on arrow

Farewell not goodbye

Suddenly the lights of Paris seem less bright. The laughter of moments ago no more. Eyes that sparkled now dampen ashen cheeks.

She leans from the gaping window and clutches his hand. Although close, they feel a million miles apart, separated by the cold steel of the cruel carriage door.

With a menacing roar, the train begins to inch its way down the platform. Slowly at first as if to prolong the agony of these final heart-wrenching moments.

He chokes on his emotion, she sobs and gasps as she tries to speak. But she cannot speak. He runs beside her, holding on to her for as long as he can. Then the path beneath his feet ends. The monster heads out into the night taking away his very reason for living.

Now he stands alone. The platform deserted. Alone with his thoughts. He hears her voice whispering in the chill of the midnight breeze. ‘Goodbye my love’ she said.

He stares out into the darkness as tears of rain begin falling from the sky.

'Adieu mon amour’ he cries ‘Adieu, pas au revoir’