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.