to the cracking sound made by the firewood .
Looking ...
at the bright flame burning in the fire place .
Smell ...
the sweet aroma from your hair .
Feel ...
the grace of your hair slipping through my hand .
.. It's goodbye ..
Her golden hair shine near the light ..
making the room brighter than usual ..
but
as she turn around and walk towards the door
the light is no more , and darkness fall into the room
A squeak , a crack
made by the wooden floor as she walk away
telling her not to go ......
Her hand reach for the door ,
the door tried to run away ,
but it's to late ...
Turned and open ,
the wind blow right in , trying to push her in ,
back to my hands .....
but it's too weak , and the flame is gone
She walk out the door , not a sniff , not a moan ...
and she never look back ..
The door shut , leaving me in a cold dark room ,
leaving me in tears ...
leaving me talking to myself ...
saying : '' Goodbye ... My Love ... ''
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