“Goodbye”, quietly he said.
Turned his back on me and slowly went toward the ivory Mazda
Waiting for him to start,
I was keeping my head down,
Desperately trying to hide the wet droplets around my eyes,
As the car “whooshed” away,
The saga ended just in 60 seconds,
Our nights, days, moments have just been pushed from the edge of the cliff
Into the infinite blankness,
They died.
I rubbed my tears off and walked towards a cliff.
It’s time.
Saima n.
July 14, 2010
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