lonely isn't a strong enough adjective.

the red of my blood holds thick,
runs with passions of our encounters
and desires for future ones.
the ache emanating between ribs
spoke of unwarranted good byes
and tears seethed with longing
as fingers dug deep
for the sake of holding onto something tangible.

in the moment
that she passed by me
recollections of our glorious times flashed
and i watched the last hold tight
to the small of her back
as she merged into the distance.