Poems and Illustrations

When I left her door, I thought,

 She'd try to stop me

and might be reconciled.

The wind billowed through our clothes;

I thought she'd ask me not to go.

And as she uncrossed her legs to get up,

I thought she'd come to call me back.

But she didn't try to stop me

and she didn't ask me to stay;

She didn't call me

and she didn't ask me to come back.

I walked away slowly

and the distance between us grew steadily,

Till our separation became finite.