He's Gone

You'll never forget this moment as you lay next to him in bed. The moment you have been anticipating for weeks. You stroke his hair, and gently kiss his mouth. You don't want to wake him. A siren sounds. Has the paramedic come to help me numb the pain I'm about to endure? Where's my syringe? I prepared it last night with the anesthetic. Are they going to help force it through my chest and into my heart? He wakes. You close your eyes and pretend to sleep so he can't see the fear in your eyes. You feel his warm breath on your face, and he kisses you. You turn over, your back to him so he misses the tear that just escaped you. He holds you. The siren sounds again. He get's up to shower, and you lay comatose in the bed as he washes what remains of you off his body. Heads on his pillow and you wait.

You walk him to the door. You try your best to drown his voice out with the sounds of the city to avoid hearing him say goodbye. The city is mute. Even the city isn't there for you today. He say's goodbye, and the sharp word echo's louder and louder in your head. You hold him one last time. You kiss him one last time. You run your fingers through his perfect curls one last time. You look into his beautiful green eyes and give the performance of a life time. A smile. You can't say the words "goodbye", they sting to much. I'm about to break. You kiss him, and he walks out the door for the last time. You put your head up against the door, and breath. Goodbye my curly green eyed foe. "I loved you."