When he left,
I was all alone.
To hear his voice;
It was worth everything.
With every risk I took,
The memories came.
His velvet voice begging me not to be so foolish.
But it was worth it.
That last risk to hear him,
That cliff to dive from;
Not waiting for permission
I prepared to jump.
As I flew gracefully in the air
And spiraled downwards, he called to me.
That angel's voice, agonized by my actions.
And as I hit the water,
The image of him appeared.
As if my subconscious had been saving it
For this last moment.
I smiled.
'Goodbye, I love you.'