Maybe it was the summer filled air,

maybe it was the new color of her hair.

She had changed so much

i could not recognize her touch.

In the crowded airport of my life,

i bid farewell to a stranger.

with a smile that felt like a knife

and a tear for the remainder

of her kindness.

of our history

of my blindness

of her toxicity.

So the tear would barely shine

and the soul hardly affected

for someone who had neglected

a heart as tender as mine.