Love's Final Poem: A Tale of Longing and Separation

By then, the last train had left and isolation had sunk in their hearts. Time: Time at once steadfast, time escaped grasped like a flick of dream. They were troubled — love clamping about their necks, frozen by an absent earthquake as souls awaiting noises that reverberated the ground and hushed them to silence in unison.

These fragments of their former selves lay broken, lifeless in the recesses of shattered dreams long abandoned to a forgotten world. As though the hundreds of miles we spent on agonized phone calls and tear-streaked conversations with my aching heart could not convey just how sorry I truly was, am for feeling that way. They were making to be abandoned, left in the care of death's parade -- much like the last wave that kissed the shore before vanishing into the depths.

They wondered at crying during sunsets and how to do it gracefully, with the gentlest dance of tears in singularities. Lost as a bird caught in the wells of their emotions, they desired for tears to bring them release. Why had the waves of life carried them so far apart? It seemed that separation had always been their fate, an unwelcome companion on their journey through life. The promise lingered in the air, the foretelling that one day, tears would find their way to them, perhaps in the solitude of a train compartment.

And in that time yet to come, with tears rolling down their cheeks, they saw a loved one in this futile pursuit of them through the rain as an image longed but lost.

Birds sought solace in their wiry nests, and sorrowful melodies enveloped drooping shoulders. They carried with them a heaviness, as heavy as the city they lived in and this only way of life had become an inevitability sized reality for all.

In their reverie, they dreamt of a row of pigeons nestled in their palm, a symbol of unity and hope. Yet, as reality would have it, those pigeons had all taken flight, leaving behind an empty expanse when their beloved had departed.

Their heartbreak was limitless, and there wasn't way to dredge up that flooding of infinite emotions. They knew what it meant to have expat be only another word for the distance of absence, their eyes forever martyrs at love's parthenon.