Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Sorrow

He's leaving.

Firstly, he looked at me with that serious expression he usually has when something has gone terribly wrong. And then he told me. He held me tight, talked about how proud he was of me and he talked about how important I was for him. And I had to hold back my tears.

It seemed as if my heart had frozen.

And then she came to me. She told me she had tried. She held my hand and cried while she looked me directly in the eyes. I wanted to let her know everything was going to be all right, but how could I? Inside, my heart was crying as well.

This is a sad day. I'll let time wash my tears, but from this day on, sorrow will always be a part of me.

*Iz

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