Apart

Life has lead us part. That is what he said, but I do not believe him. He stand there watching my reaction, as he decides to leave. I stare back. Silently I memorize his face. The face of the person I love deep down. Hopefully he loves me too, to some degree.

I silently ask why, with my eyes not leaving his. He says he has to go, leave behind his sentiment. I watch as he leaves. Tears streak down my face. Maybe he never loved me. I pace and I pace. Soon he is gone. He has disappeared into the horizon.

Turning, I walk down a path toward my new future. I remember how he talked, philosophically. He mentioned his life. He spoke about a bucket, that was meant to be filled and emptied. I guess I was in his bucket, and was dumped out accordingly.