Goodbyes are never really goodbyes

I remember standing in your living room with my tears splattered on the floor
and your hands laid open, drenched with regret.
We wept and we screamed and we reached for words of comfort
but none could be found.
The end was near and you had left my heart at the door.

The streetlight spilled through your window and once again,
We were the center of our own attention.
The cars that passed, the trees that swayed, the wind that blew
None of it meant anything, yet all of it would always be part of this memory.

A memory that would soon fade and the only thing we would reminisce about in the future
would be the kiss that had an ending and a beginning. 
The beginning of something new. A life with separate hearts.
We were no longer one; our names were no longer linked. 
In the morning, when we awoke, our bedsides were cold and bare on a warm summer day. 

Two years later and I walk into that cafe, never knowing the past was awaiting me.
And there you were, singing the song I never wasted a night dreaming of.
The song that rang of the past.
Our eyes caught one another and there we were,
Underneath the spill, with the cars and the trees and the wind. 
There we were with a faded memory and a lingering kiss.
The beginning had begun once again.

Reviews

[Millionth Muse]

A thought provoking piece. For some reason this reminds me very deeply of my first love...he and I had been together for four years and as we were breaking up, which was a drawn out affair, there was this one moment when I distinctly remember wondering "was that our last kiss", "was that the last time we are ever going to make love"...I always thought we'd be together again, years down the road, but sadly he committed suicide some years after our breakup...now the regrets of those things I was imagining seem so much more heavy. What I wouldn't give to experience the last stanza of your piece, to be able to walk into a cafe and see him one more time. Well written, heart felt, and it really make me think.