The Wordless Agreement

I released her from a final embrace.
She was going on a journey.
The inevitable four year journey.
She looked at me.
I looked at her.
We shared a mutual thought.
A message.
We spoke without speaking at all.
I met her eyes.
A silent promise.
A wordless agreement.
Don't cry.
Don't cry.
She turned and left me standing there.
She did not dare to look back.
She entered the building.
I bit my lip.
I clung to our agreement.
Our telepathic promise.
Don't cry.
Don't cry.