Leaving
Packing quietly in early morning grey,
Stuffing things deep down...
Reaching to the bottom of my cheap and soft sided bag.
I watch you doze,
The silence of your old pain,
It is only a quick flicker in your lashes now,
You sigh and dream on.
I smile at the small noises you make when you sleep.
Your chest rises and drops,
I want to stop everything,
Climb back into bed to shelter with you
I am going soon,
And I hate for you to see me leave,
Even though it's you that drops me at the airport.
Not seeing me put away things,
It only makes it seem easier,
I still miss you,
So maybe one day I won't leave.
August 2009
