on the morning

before the call

before knowing

of your departure

at all...

were you already gone?

or leaving slowly

wisp by wisp

floating away

all alone?

we come in solitude

leave alone...

we get so tired

listening for

velvet whispers

marking change

and time

and shame

and all the things

of broken dreams

you never minded

broken things

somehow...

I should be perfect

for you now.