Before You Go

I wrote a poem a while ago about someone who I care about a great deal for. I could only express the emotions in these words. I am not good with changes, and I’ve never been good with goodbyes. To find that genuine connection with someone is so special. To have that chemistry washed away by the circumstances of life is like facing a great loss. Saying goodbye is a death by a thousand cuts. Maybe I’m too reliant, or maybe he was the one that got away.

I was a skeptic when we first traverse paths.

I knew of your existence, but I had not felt your presence.

Time goes by and you had reemerged into my consciousness.

Only now, I felt you nearby my side.

I learned of this stranger’s name.

An uncommon title that had piqued my interest.

We conversed through the night.

Each exchanged word was building this narrative.

I lay eyes on this man for the first time.

The night had masked his golden curls and refulgent eyes.

His tender smile had banished the darkness from my room.

We moved closer to each other as his lips caresses mine.

Our moment was beautiful while it lasted.

This gentle creature was vulnerable, yet he ensured equanimity.

His charming scent reached my olfaction.

My mind was infused with pleasure.

Too much of a good thing, won’t be good for long.

I knew then, pleasure always came to an end.

This serendipity had abruptly reached its conclusion.

It was time to set this gentle creature free to explore this world.

All I ask is for one last kiss, one last touch, and one last night.

Perhaps all the one last time can add up to fill the inevitable void.

Perhaps I would one day be happy to say goodbye.

We embraced one last time, and I saw you depart.