My arms reaching-
across the cold, hard table,
interlocking fingers with yours,
Our eyes meet.
And I cry.
What is it I see
when your eyes meet mine?
How did we reach this point?
I'm no longer able to say I'm sure.
It seems in all the time thats passed,
we've lost sight of happiness.
We've lost sight of ourselves,
and of eachother.
Are we still in love?
I search your soul through your eyes
and I no longer find the answers.
No spark,
not even a glimmer of hope.
We've shared ourselves, our lives,
our home.
but have we shared our souls?
I squeeze your hand
and offer a weak smile,
but behind the smile,
I know the truth.
I know that it's over.
I know that we must move on--
apart.
I stand to hug you
and as your arms slide around me
I realize that this may be the last time
that you ever hold me in your arms.
And I cry again.