I slowly reach out my trembling hand to gently wipe away the solitary tear that is trickling down your pale cheek.
Oh god, no! Don't speak a single word, my beautiful lady, or I will dissolve into a pool of unbounded weeping.
You are leaving now, and only the eternal stars know when I will look again into those eyes that guided the ship that is my soul into the safe harbor of your heart.
Hold me as though we will both fade into the dead blackness of night if we let go. Only the ancient, silver moon knows when I will feel again those arms that picked up the broken ragdoll that is my body, and healed it with the balm of your spirit.
One last taste of your honeyed lips, then turn and walk away. The word sticks in my throat like the thorn of a rose. Dear god! I don't know how to say goodbye!