To watch you leaving...
is to know such pain,
it's jagged edges tearing into the soul...
As a stake from the garden tears into the warm dark earth.

To watch you leaving...
knowing all the while that never again
will fit myself...
warm with sleep against the comforting bosom...
Nor hear steady breating
Or feel the beating of you heart.

To watch you leaving...
aware in every moment of everyday that dreams and future...
once tied with silken ribbons will ne're come to be.
And the morning once so silent and hopeful,
me gazing into your awakening eyes...
so gently awaiting...
are now but small pieces of my past.

To watch you leaving...
is to know that I've lost my place...
The station and a heart's home.
That the wander, a nomad...
Alone, cold in sadness.
Troubled dreams watch you scoot...
again and again...
for the balance of sleepless days...