She and I sit in the dim room,
Laughing and sobbing on her book-covered floor.
“When do you leave?”
Wanting no reply.
“Tomorrow morning,” she replies
With a tear racing down her soft, smooth skin.
I take her up in my arms,
Holding her as tightly as I can.
My sleeve dampens from her pouring tears
And the brush of her long, blonde hair
Plastered to her rosy cheeks.
“I love you,” I want to tell her,
But I know it’d only hurt worse,
So we sit there in silence.
“Alexis?”
The silence becoming too painful.
She looks up. “Hmmm?”
I look into those hazel eyes.
“I promise this won’t be the end.”
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