When I left her door I thought
she’d try to stop me
and we might be reconciled.
The wind bellowed through our clothes,
I thought she’d ask me not to go,
and as she uncrossed her legs to get up
I thought she’d come to call me back.
But she didn’t try to stop me
and she didn’t ask me to stay;
she didn’t call me
and she didn’t ask me to come back.
I walked away slowly
and the distance between us grew steadily,
till our separation became finite.
Kaifi Azmi (via wordsthat-speak)