How long to carry on this pretense
That, yes, I am now fine
Making believe that you are just away on another
Of your many leavings
But how to walk
In the shade of the trees
And the flowers on a path
You loved and often walked home
Without feeling you beside me.
Perhaps it was best
You left with a goodbye
Yet so much remains unsaid
Through the off and on years together
As it turns out, we hardly knew each other.
