The last spark. The last lick of a flame.
Your breath on my neck was the last silent goodbye. That sigh was all the words we have ever said. It was the words we regretted, the ones that fell out between our lips and left us wishing we could put them back in. It was all the words we would never have a chance to say — the words we wished could have.
Your fingers on my waist were lightly pulling, wishing there was something closer than just touching. Could we merge for a moment before our final parting? Could two become one once more before the atomic split? Though we were physically close, emotionally we were pushing one another away. We were reconciled to goodbye.
Standing in the doorway, it was the last time I would ever see you, though neither of us would admit it. We spoke empty words. We made promises to see each other again, promises we knew we would never keep. I looked at you, savoring the picture, knowing it would be the last time.
I remember you as you were. The halo of light behind you. The curls in your hair. Your eyes, full of light. Your kind lips, their corners tugged down with regret. Lips that gave me one last kiss that tasted of sadness. The light bent around you as you stood. I had seen you so many times before but you had never been so bright. The last spark. The last lick of a flame. Flickering.