"Im always going to love you."
She spoke a truth more permanent than any promise.
Her hair blew upon the wind,
gossamer knitted into the last strands of sunset.
A silhouette of two souls blended
between the sun's blush
And the moon's muted glow.
I released her from my embrace.
Passer byes walked nonchalant,
saying goodbye to their loves
as if they weren't
small lonely deaths.
And she went away,
a specter
faded from my sight,
drifted to some other world,
far from me.
A thousand prayers could not keep her.
A thousand arms not hold her.
A kiss would have condemned her
to some lesser existence.
Still, her words remain
lingering somewhere between
dusk and night.
As alive and real
as my empty hands,
and knowing heart.