That Day

As I look into your deathly calm eyes.

I see that you are going to die.

My eyes become blurry with tears.

My mind, unclear.

I watched you walk away that day.

Out of the calm and into the fray.

You never tried to runaway.

From the pain, from that day.

After that day I sat on my bed.

Listening for your returning footsteps.

Nothing, I try and say its okay, trying to dim my pain.

Trying to stop my tears in vain.