at this hour of our parting <br />i hold your hand to feel its last warmth <br />you do not look at me <br />to my glances <br />you have chosen an evasion <br /> <br />you wore your dark glasses <br />you enter a certain darkness <br />where you think <br />i cannot see your eyes with tears <br /> <br />clouds drift at your face <br />you go <br />finding your place inside the <br />predeparture area <br />i wave my hand and left you <br /> <br />you are gone <br />the plane slices the clear skies <br />i know <br />from up there <br />i am but an ant below the haze <br />distance does <br />the inevitable forgetting<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-this-hour-of-separation/
