I refused to look at him
Not once
Because then I would melt
And look weak
I refused to look
Not once
Until the very end
When his back was turned
I looked all along his body
I looked at the familiar posture I've come to love so much
I looked along his neck
His beautiful carved nose
I stared
I stared like I'd never seen him
Or anything so beautiful in my life
I felt that great flood of love
But as quickly and great as it came
It was replaced with a feeling of vacancy
Like I lost something precious
So I looked away
I went home
Checked my phone for messages
None
I cried
I ate dinner
Did my piano lessons
Went to bed
And cried
I calmed myself
I felt numb
His sweet voice was suddenly in my head again
I cried.
About the Creator
AngelBee
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"It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family." - Stephen King
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