The Worst Time to Fall in Love

May be I was late
Or she had to fly with the winds
Or I failed to realize that it would end
And the moments had to move on
Move on the cold water
Cold like ice, like knife
Cutting through my heart coldly
For I was standing there
Motionless, patrified, unprotected.

The wind of farewell
Blew some dry dead leaves
They whirled around me
Asking softly
How can you leave without her?
How can you live without her?
Answer. Answer this to her.

I was moved. But I did not move.
I stood there.
Cold.
Preparing, pretending, accepting.

Moments did not stop.
Wind did not stop.
And she flew away.
Right in front of my eyes.

It had to happen. It happened.
What changed?
I was in love.
And I realized
The worst time to fall in love
Is after you said goodbye.