Sadness

Sadness.

'Tis when you let my hand slip away
through your palm, finger tips.

Gloom.

'Tis when your eyes turned to look at me,
like we have never ever met before.

Pain.

'Tis when you said good-bye,
after being kissed by lips, soft, warm.

Despair.

‘Tis when you walked away,
without looking back.

Remorse.

When you kept me in your heart,
after I depart.