Sometime....

We both knew that what we had for the past few years was “over”. It had to be. There was no way around it. That tingling feeling in the back of my throat, my vision becoming blurred, I turned away from you. I didn’t want you to see me cry. In a soft voice you said “Look at me”…I turned my head slowly, looking into those pale blue, sad eyes. Your face lit by the afternoon sun streaming in through the window, your pupils tiny black specks in a sea of blue…hazy, also.

You cupped my face in the palm of your hand, wiping away the tears with your thumb than gently brushing my lips.

We heard clearly, the words that were not spoken.

The kiss on the cheek, just that split second longer than the usual friendly goodbye, I turned away...I never looked back. Did you watch me walk away? Why didn't you follow? Why didn't you call me back? Maybe I'll ask you sometime...sometime soon....