salt

This afternoon we went for coffee, nothing out of the ordinary.
We spoke about love, hate, family, relationships, work and all the normal topics.
But I could feel you saying Goodbye. You never really spoke the words.
I could feel it.
I could smell it.
I could taste the salt of my tears piercing my lips as I felt you saying Goodbye.

I wanted to scream out don't say Goodbye, I wanted to begg you to stay then I remembered you never said Goodbye. You never spoke those words.

I am filled with this lonely salty feeling of you saying Goodbye, without actually saying it.