She made her choice to walk away,
fine by me, make my day.
Cannot make a move
anyway.
It is deserved like the sun’s set
Done from the get go, and yet
deep sadness pervaded by
understanding
indifference.
It’s alone enough anyway
the stars overhead.
I tried to give them to you.
You said you already had them,
If you had,
You would not
leave.
They are scattered about,
kisses upon the Earth
from last
Fall.
Sorry I shared anything with you
at all.
The orange sunrise
all I wanted with you.
