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I feel my throat begin to close and my eyes well up with tears because I know it is time for you to go. The look you give me at that moment haunts me. I feel your sadness and my own loneliness, and the ache in my heart that had been silent for only a short time grows stronger as you release me. And then you step away from me. I long to go with you but your only response is to shake your head because we both know that is impossible.

I watch with breaking heart as you slowly fade away. I find myself straining to remember everything about this moment, everything about you. But soon, always too soon, your image vanishes and the fog rolls back to its faraway place and I am alone sitting on that cold cement floor leaning against a table in an empty classroom. I do not care what others think as I hug my knees, bow my head and cry and cry and cry. For I know, that will be your last touch, the last time you wipe the tears off my cheeks...

Do you remember that Friday?


I miss the days when you love me..