The way you looked at me like the world was ending.
It took all of me to fight back tears of fear and dread.
I knew life as we knew it was coming to an end.
I could do nothing but try to make someone listen.
By the time they did you were gone.
What little sense of it that I can make is trapped inside of me.
Trapped in that last look that said goodbye.
J. Rounds (c)2013 ~Peaces of Me