Goodbye

The land was barren, the sky was black. The wind blew alone as if nothing else moved. The sound of the whistling leaves. No other sound. Breathing deep. Smelling the chalky scent. Feeling choked. Moving slowly toward the darkness. Feeling the emptiness. The black hole fills the heart. No warmth, no light, no love.

The feeling that was left was of dispair and loneliness. No comfort in the silence. No future ahead. No glimpse of light. Goodbye fallen light. Goodbye warm heart.

Goodbye.