I wrote this a few...days?...maybe weeks? ago. I don't even know how to categorize it. It's a short story I guess. Not really a poem of sorts, but maybe by some standard it is. I did learn one thing while writing this...short story I guess you'd call it...I don't like periods as much as I like seeing the separation of thoughts on the page through spaces. Weird, I know, but I like it. :) I hope you like it.
"Parting From The Sun"
When I close my eyes, the slide show begins
Images of you that have long since gone flicker in my mind’s eye
Your figure running out of the house as we flee to our escape
Lying on our backs in the grass watching clouds change shape
Your face over a cup of coffee cracking into a smile as we share laughter
But the moment that is clearest, still haunts me
My arms felt as though they were wrapped around the sun
It burned my very soul to grasp your figure for the last time in a silent embrace
Tears began to escape my eyes that I quickly squeezed shut so you wouldn’t see
I had to hold strong, even while having you ripped away from me
I had never believed in “soul mates” before the moment I first met you
Then I understood, because nothing had ever been as easy as us
Finally pulling away from you, I felt the fullness of the void begin to overtake me
You took my hand in yours and squeezed as you promised that this goodbye did not mean forever
But I knew the truth and my heart sank as I felt your hand leave mine
Then the rest of you left with it
