Leaving

I asked if there was room left in your heart for one more.

You gazed lasers through your ratty sneakers and sighed.

Inside the pauses in your questions

is where I’d build a home

with a hard-thatched roof

in case the answers ever hurricaned down.

But now I know that your innermost place

is more a hotel than a wilderness,

with its full amenities for week-long stays

and little more.

You once told me you loved adventures,

and I saw us on a train together

sampling Italian food and laughing

with our mouths full,

then landing in Barcelona

and getting fancy drunk 

In foreign parking lots.

This was the way it would go.

We would leave together far and far.

I know now that standing on this platform 

and watching your neon train

pass softly into a purple horizon

is a breed of leaving even truer.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"leave together far and far.

I know now that standing on this platform
and watching your neon train
pass softly into a purple horizon
is a breed of leaving even truer."

Never leave that which occupy that innermost place. Let the platform be that purple horizon. Bravo.........