This poem was inspired by the original, which, in turn, has a varying interpretation for the both of us. I can still remember with clarity the events that led to the eleventh hour. Promises were broken and hopes were shattered.
With the touch of a button,
It killed a blossoming friendship.
Her decision cemented the beginning of an end,
Altering the course of their closeness.
He spied her from a distance,
The slim yet medium height person he called his friend.
His heart stirred at her sight,
Yet he was heavy-hearted.
A quick second change of emotions
Yet the sunset reminded him,
It’s your last hours with her.
She’ll never return.
He couldn’t peel his eyes off her.
He wanted to memorize the way she laughed,
The way her eyes crinkled in merriment,
And the way she squeaked with surprise.
Each tick-tock of his watch,
It drove home the fact that she was leaving.
His sadness swam in his eyes,
Before he suppressed it with a smile.
His bones were filled with sorrow in the final hour.
His eyes betrayed his feelings
His shoulders sagged,
Bidding his adieu with a broken heart.
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