September 19, 2006

Call of the Road

She's leaving again
today,
as she has left so many
times,
and places,
and people.

She's leaving because
it rained yesterday,
and when she placed her fingers
against the streaming windowpane,
she stayed dry.

She's leaving because
last night, for the first time,
she fell asleep in his arms
and woke up
with dust on her eyelashes.

And so, she's leaving,
again,
although she loves him
more than anything in the world.

More than anything in the world,
but not more than

everything in it.



Spring 2005.

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