"He's moving on with his life."
Short simple writing prompt that I thought I'd share.
"He's moving on with his life."
The droning of the flourescent lights are the only things that remind me that this is all truly real. Looking upon his face, I still can't quite comprehend where all the time went. What happened to all the I love you's and see you later's. I can't bare to show him my heart, knowing all to well that he might forget to give it back when he leaves and moves on. He can't bare to look at me, his eyes tear over, a mix of frustration and pain. He's leaving me for something better, he's moving on with his life.
"Don't be afraid, don't feel sorry for me. I know you want me to stay, but I can't." His parched lips part, his words are harsh, his breath rasps. "If you truly love me, you'll let me be free."
I close my eyes, and try to remember better times. The laughs shared under makeshift shelter, watching as people move on in pouring rain. The nights where our hearts rested in tune, the warmth of a summer breeze shifting tall grass to embrace us. The memories only make it more painful to remember that it's all I'll have left. Like dusted pictures in an incomplete gallery, the art only bares small fragments. The paint will fade. The canvas shall decay. The lights will become broken and burnt. The world will continue to turn. Scars will remain to remind the wounded that living can in fact make one stronger. Photographs, distilled moments in time, imprisioned to be relived over and over. The bed will forever remain half empty, the outline of his figure will slowly fade. Mornings will become quiet, the banter of early morning will become washed out by the world moving on. Neighbors will wear sympathy, porcelain masquerade guises.
I feel him slip away to his new life, and my eyes shut tightly, trying to process a snapshot, the last masterpiece within his gallery. My eyes fail, my thoughts on words that I wish I would have spoken, questions that I could have asked, answers that could have been given.
The droning of the flourescent lights are the only things that remind me that this is all truly real. Looking upon his face, I still can't quite comprehend where all the time went. What happened to all the I love you's and see you later's. I couldn't bare to show him my heart, knowing all to well that he would forget to give it back when he left and moved on, I didn't show him my heart, I gave it to him on a silver platter, his for the taking. He couldn't bare to look at me, he closed his eyes as he gave me one final kiss. He's left me for something better, he's moved on with his life.
Standing up, I hear the echo of my footsteps on the cool tile floors. "I love you." I whisper to myself as I walk out of the hosiptal doors.