When do you know its time to say goodbye?

Two people stand, staring.
Back to back.
You, into the horizon.
Me, into the reflection.
Where I watch your back as it s t a r t s  t o . . .  f  a  d  e
                                                                                       i  n  t  o     t  h  e    
                                                                                                                      s    k    y.


Am I going blind?
Hardly now can I trace your outline.
Was it meant to be this moment? This day?
When us two do not look the same way?

     A silence is in the air. So cold. So stale.
        The lips, the will not move.
             Unbelievable but cryptic is the atmosphere.

One on their knees.

                           One a step forward.

         A rift now literally visible.

When one walks away, do not two hearts scream in unison?


                   A pause.

                                          Shall she turn?


                                                                  For even goodbyes should not be like this.



But when hearts are                                                                                   still calling,


                                             is it time?                         Is it right?


                                                                    She does not turn.  Not a sound.
                                                                              Nor a sign escapes the scene.

Is this when you know?

              Is this what time shows?

                                      No longer can I see your reflection.


            Tell me, is a foot bound to the very ground that you wish to escape?

     When do you know its time to pry that foot free and l e a v e

E v e n   t h o s e   w   o  r  d   s   b e h i n d   y o u ?