Slowly Falling

She looked back from now, and felt grateful for the memories.

Its been months since the last time I saw him.

I still remember things slowly falling down,

that night.

Slowly, yet unremarkably falling.

But I didn't want to acknowledge it.

Not because I preferred living in ignorance,

but because I knew once I did,

every little crash would become to real for me.

I then heard that knock.

The knock letting in the first burn.

 

I opened the door and saw him there.

I looked straight into his light grey eyes,

expecting just one last glimmer that always made my heart flutter.

But I didn't see anything.

Because he wasn't here for hugs and kisses.

He looked straight into my eyes, saying he couldn't do this anymore.

He couldn't keep lying to himself, to me.

I looked at him, one small tear running down my cheek.

He embraced me one last time, but I just stood there, wishing for him to not

let go.

But like all good things, he did.

He walked straight through that door

not wanting to look back.

And the crashing became real.

I just lay there on the floor, as everything fell in some

kind of slow motion

Love was never easy.

But one could not imagine how hard it was to let go.

Here I am now, nine months after his departure.

In a small café, far away from the small town where I met my first love.

I understand why he did it.

But I as most broken hearts, I still hope for that

unforgettable boy to come rushing in.

Looking for the girl whose heart he stole long ago.

Reviews

[Gray]

This is sad but told so well. I like the easy understandable style you have. This is great writing.

[highwalls]

Thank you. And I guess I just like to make things clear. Or I simply don't know how to make my writing look like some kind of beautiful poem. Either way, thanks.