Trying to be poetic (2) – Tenses (1)

Some say there is nothing more heart-wrenching than the future.

Seeing you dissipate into the obscure crowd as people and time pull us apart; Tasting your frosty, bitter goodbyes; Hearing the screeching wind past us by as you took a step back; Letting go of your hand just like your heart has let go of me; Wondering if the warm California sun would melt away your frigid demeanor; Handing you a suitcase void of memories – as if you were the occasional tenant in someone’s life, leaving minor, almost imperceptible scratches on the wallpapers, tiny blotches on the furniture, a faint, lingering scent in the room; Questioning if you thought it was for the best, to clear up room for another occupant, perhaps a permanent one.