|The Passing (standard:poetry, 238 words)|
|Author: Strider||Added: Feb 06 2002||Views/Reads: 1865/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A short poem, which I originally intended to be an ending to my novel.|
And as the light faded, she gazed at him, as she had always done for so long. Her blue eyes, as blue as on the day they first met. Now glazed with the forming of tears. Her smile, a smile which had for so many a time made him feel warm and secure in the most dark of days now seemed to make her face glow. He clasped her hand in his as a tear slowly trickled down her soft cheek. Her smile seemed to weaken, he felt his energy being withdrawn, his soul being taken from him. Their eyes locked together, she stared into his dark, piercing gaze. His grey eyes had been so mysterious to her, yet also strangely familiar and friendly. She felt his hand around hers, as she watched a tear begin to form in his eyes. She wanted to hold him, feel his warm embrace, to feel safe again as she once had. Her strength was fading and her tight grip on his hand began to falter, she didn’t want to let go. He watched as her gaze grew distant. Her eyes closed and her grip failed. He didn’t let go. He closed his eyes and for a brief second, all his memories of her flashed before him. Their first meeting, their first embrace. All up until now. He opened his eyes and whilst still holding her hand he kissed her forehead. ‘Goodbye.’ Tweet
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