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.