Untitles. (I Dont Title Any Of My Poems.) Poem by Sarah Prince

I cant remember it all, the night is now a blur. You are gone and I alone, that and this I am sure. Walking slowly along this broken path, crunching gravel a muffled sound, as the rain give's us the slightest bath. The silence is a sad one, unheard cries in every breathe. We travel even slower are ear's to the worl becoming deaf. I walk next to an image, something I know, someone I knew. A sideway's glance confirms it, it is really you. Damp golden hair matted to an handsome face power in the hand I hold, it's lines begin to trace. Your hazel eye's ablaze with love, pain, tear's, secrets hidden inside, along with total fear. I try to absorb the the feeling of you by my side, but with every step we fall as if I shouldn't even try. You see me stare and smile a sad and feeble thing I want to run but cant. This is the nightmare scene. My house is in view tears well in my eye's on the porch we stand. Please is it an lie? I wrap my arms around you shaking with every sob. I look up and our lip's touch an urgent yet gentle kiss, now filled with pain and sorrow was once full of the purest bliss. I watch you walk away my body an brusing sore, my heart a burning fire, as I shut the front door. The strength in m knees drift away as I fall onto the floor. I try to yell in total angush but, I'm unable to speak. I put my head on the ground, my body an empty shell. Why did this have to happen, this our last farewell.