Never Coming Home Poem by Frankie Stones

I felt my eye’s gaze upon him on last time as he released his arms from around me. I don’t want to let go but in doing so felt my eyes involuntary reaction to such a heart breaking experience. As I wiped away the pain I looked him once more in his eyes and finding myself lost in a world I didn’t know but longed to be inside for so long. I felt his emotions. His every thought. His chest move as he took a kiss from the wind. His face conveyed a picture that could only be described as the loneliest I had every seen as one was surrounded by people. Holding his hand I felt his grip leave as his hand slipped away I felt the time hand come to say good bye I gave him one last hug squeezing him wishing I could stay there for ever that he could stay with me and in letting go I felt once more his love for me as we shared the most passionate of kisses. Then watching him turn and leave. He look back once I felt the sorrow swell and I couldn’t hold my unrelenting urge to let my feelings run wild. The Regret I had been cursed with feeling after seeing him wave good bye was the fact I wasn’t there with him. I couldn’t be his angle from over the see I was so far yet so close I heard every beat of his aching heart I wanted to be close enough to hold him. I finally found the strength to let go. To let him move on I knew he was better off with out me.