Still Here, Still Yours

When Goodbye Refused to End

The pain of departure is a sunset that forgets to go dark,
A moment ended, yet glowing inside me like a hidden ember.
We leave like rivers torn from their banks, still tasting the shore,
A part of us reaching back, like a hand refusing the night.

Goodbye arrives soft as breath on glass, and just as fragile,
Leaving an ache shaped perfectly like the love it held.
Time moves on like a train without windows, blind to our hearts,
While love remains behind, heavy as rain that refuses to fall