Farewell

I must go, he said.

Why, she asked

Her beautiful eyes 

Almost drowning 

The question hangs

In the air, like

Smoke from which vintage 

Steam engine 

He looks at her

Turns to go,

Unsure how to answer,

Reasons choking down

His throat parched, hands 

Shaking, he looks back

Trying to say,

Goodbye 

Their eyes meet

Words fail him, she 

Almost smiles 

he almost cries

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