Your car parked in the drive
My last invitation.
You looked right in the heart of my eye
As if you were trying to memorize
My face indefinitely
And I did the same with yours as we faced
At the entrance. A sad long gust swept through
Hushed around the back of my neck and ears
The way your hands once did.
Outside, I looked for indication from the day the sun
Blending with the clouds the grass
On your front lawn neither dull nor shine.
I didn't hear you walk away.
I half expected you to be there, half hoped. Watching me go
Casting me off to face the rest of the world without you
But I'm glad you didn't.
I could never have left
In the dark, your sad eyes roam towards me in dreams.