Taking Leave

If I leave you now 

Now is just a moment 

A photographic memory 

And time is slowed 

Like last night's raindrops 

sliding down petals 

Of that flower 

Which spoke to me 

Since its birth, 

A breath, an inhale and then 

Exhale, and we begin to find 

those missing pieces 

That make everything 

Some kind of 

Symbol of our belonging 

Some kind of reason 

A return with a faded crown 

Treading water, 

A sharp and rasping sound