Dusk

In the chilly wisps of dusk

When you came to bid me goodbye

Instead of the other way round

And kept whispering cheerful nothings

While I stared at the ground

And grew more agitated, thinking

Of the words yet to be spoken

Of hugs yet to be shared

Of kisses yet to be stolen

Of smiles yet to be flashed

Of eateries I wanted to take you to

Of the things I wanted for you to buy

Of the grounds we had to stroll on

And the million other things we had to try

And not noticing that home was nearing

I didn’t hold your hand when I still could have

And kept asking you to turn back and go

When only you by my side I wanted to have

And at the time of parting

As you drew me in your embrace

When I actually wanted to melt

I instead put up a stone facade

But Love, had I not been foolish enough

To be angry at you having to go away

I would have held you tighter still
And for longer than I did that day.