Trepidations

You stand in my presence, sorrow or fear, I'm not quite sure which, was etched upon your face.

My stomach knots, my breath catches in my throat, as I choked out 'the' question.

A question that has been idly sitting in our lives,  like a vehicle in traffic, waiting for the light to change.

Slowly, you reach out to me, a slight tremble in your hands, and draw me towards you.  Your shirt, drenched in sweat, a quiver in your voice as you say what I have dreaded.

'We' have come to an end.

"You're breaking my heart", I wanted to say, but I couldn't form the words, the pain was too deep, sucking the life from my soul.

I crumble to your feet, you rest your hand upon my head, and leave.

I'm left here, alone, so very alone.