Saying Goodbye

There was something else to say but I couldn't sort my frantic mind out enough to let you know what I was thinking. Instead, the words were tripping over themselves on my tongue and even if I could have made sense of them in time to say them before we said goodbye, I know they'd have meant nothing to you anyway. It was too late to change things – we couldn't take back the day that had gone so horribly wrong and broken the pounding heart in my aching chest – so instead I had to try and seal away all the leftover emotion I felt for you in a chaste kiss pressed to your cheek.

Then that was it, I was walking away, still looking over my shoulder as I climbed the stairs at the railway station. I kept my eyes trained on yours until they disappeared from sight and I kept watching until all I could see was your feet and then eventually you were gone from view completely.

I'll always remember it because it was the last time I'll ever see you. I'll always remember the pain of knowing that in my heart before I knew it in my head.