Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little
Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little
Why the gods above me who must be in the know
Think so little of me.. they allow you to go
~ Cole Porter.
Watching her push that baggage cart into and beyond the sliding doors, there's a knot in my stomach that tells me I'll never see her again.. tells me this is where we break the cycle. Funny how you always imagine such life-defining moments to be full of drama. But there were no violins, no slow motion editing. There was a quick glance, a silent conversation that ended two minutes before it should have.. and an even quicker hug, that never should have ended. As hard as I try to replay the scene in my head, I don't even remember what colour she was wearing tonight.
But what I'll forever remember is the sound of her laughter... and my dreams.
