A Sad Good-Bye

Written by: Cynthia Alvez

You turned and walked away
shoulders slumped, eyes downcast,
the morning air was still;
bright sun crept through the slats
of window's crooked shades
like the eye lids of dawn.

Like the eye lids of dawn
I saw your tears falling,
wanting to touch your face
it was too late you had
closed the door on our love.

12:11 a.m.
Feb. 19, 2011

C. Alvez