Acquittal

Goodbye: Our matter touches and separates for the last time, and I can feel it. I know that I'll never again feel the caress of your fingers upon my flesh, or hear the sound of your tangibly sweet voice clinging to the edge of my ear. You say that you'll see me again, but I know that you are already gone. I try to tell you not to go, but I am helplessly locked inside as I watch you walk away, abstracted from what will come. I'm not surprised when I hear the news, only filled with anguish. Realizing that I really could have prevented this horrific adversity, I know that my abhorrence and compunction will haunt me forever. Please forgive me...