STONE

The last time I saw

your name calling me

there was a tear

running down my cheek.

The last time I kissed you

we both knew

it was goodbye.

But I still remember the

sweetness in your lips no

matter how much they soured.

The last time I heard

your voice

was forgotten by

the silence that ensued.

The last time I saw

your eyes,

I stopped seeing myself in them.

Only unhappiness stared back at me.

The last time I said I loved you,

was out of habit.

Because I wish you best,

despite all the mess.