Unsaid Goodbye.

Señorita

Is this the part,
where your love leaves me stranded?
Like one waiting for a boat at the airport,
Is this where it begins to hurt?
Like a bullet in the head
And an arrow in the heart.

Is this where I seek and not find you?
Like one taken out of two.
Like a twin birthed alone,
For my very own,
Is become like needle in a haystack,
Lost as if it were, on an unmarked track.

Is this the part of hopeless waiting?,
Like wives waiting for returnees from war,
Not certain they would be coming,
Yet standing day by day by the door.

Is this the part you walk away,
With no goodbyes to say.
Is this the part you leave before dawn?
Sinking my soul in sorrowful scorn!