He stepped outside with her
To say their first goodbyes.
She skipped down a few steps,
Then unexpectedly, turned for a last wave.
He had become a backlit shadow,
Tall and tense,
Mute and expectant,
Cold and disappointed.
Just as a flash
Both lights and blinds,
She knew him, and
Squeezed her eyes shut.
Brushing away a few sudden tears,
She grieved momentarily a future,
Which had, for a while,
Seemed so promising.
Poetry Croft 