I saw her drive by my house today.

As I watched in slow motion, I saw her say.

“I see you standing there watching me mister.”

She mouthed it so slowly. A passionate whisper.

My eyes spoke as loud as the birds on the line.

What is the meaning of this feeling entwined?

Raindrops dove down like kamikaze planes.

As a smile emerged and her tears mimicked rain.

She said goodbye with her soul’s indecision.

Minds connected in an unfortunate elision.

I stood there alone. The last man alive.

As she drove away gently. New purpose… survive.