leaving, monday 6:29 am

by firecracker

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-11-04 17:03:00

there is indecision
about this sunrise:
in the way hope glints
as barely burning leaves —
in the way this minute
is darker than the last.
i know i watched you walk away…
still,
the scent of us
is on my skin
and i feel you here,
as presence in absence.
as clouds hang low
as miles race past
as i remember
the things you said
the words you said…

there is indecision
about this sunrise
and i am mirrored in this
as you are each detail
moving forward
and everything
calling me back.