Morning after

I watch you walk away
Across the square, to the opposite exit.
You do not turn.
You do not glance, or wave.
By the time you reach the corner
You are making a phone call.
I watch your finger dialling,
Brief, sickening hope that
You are calling to say you
Cannot be without me, that you
Want to spend the day and
Possibly the rest of your life with me.
I hold my breath, waiting,
You start to speak
I walk towards my bus.