Goodbye

He looked at her, but didn’t know,
If there would ever come a day;
The sun would blush, the wind would blow
And his heart would feel the same.

He looked at her, and felt the change,
The sudden switch of part.
Her smile no longer flew adrift
Along the edges of his heart.

He looked at her, and there it was,
Shouting in his worn-out face;
The gentle hush, of tepid eyes
That once were his saving grace.

She looked at him, and felt ablaze
Wondered if he’d ever known
How much she’d fought along the road,
How much she’d carried all alone.

She looked at him, and sighed within,
Free of everything to come.
Of torrid nights there had been many;
How quickly scorched they had become.

She looked at him, and blew a kiss,
One last he would remember.
If this was it, she wouldn’t know
But they’d always have that first September.