Every touch, every glance, every glimmer;
Any sign of a love that is not real
Clutched tightly in the recesses of memory,
Ready to be brought out in a desolate moment.
Her love is my invention;
Mine was inevitable.
She will never know;
I will never forget.
I watch her leave,
Watch her walk out of my life forever.
Why does she glance back?
Why is she meeting my eyes?
It was a dream.
A fevered, glorious dream,
But it was all a fantasy.
The ghost of a whisper, the hint of a smile;
It meant nothing,
But she doesn't seem to know that.
She turns around.
Is it possible?
She walks toward me,
Soft determination in her eyes.
"Before I leave," she says, "I just wanted you to know…"
She turns away, biting her lip,
Moving away from me; unbearable separation.
My words catch in my throat.
"I love you too," I rasp.
And she turns.
And through her tears, she smiles.