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leaving in the rain

from my window i watched her leave
six floors up, a thousand miles away
walking slowly as if she no longer cared
and quickly as if she couldn’t stay

she carried a purse full of memories
tears in her eyes and rain at her feet
empty promises stuffed in her pockets
she was a woman, whole and complete

i wanted to call out for her from my window
but the words somehow wouldn’t come
yet when she turned and looked back at me
it all poured out like an autumn rain

from my window i watched her leave
six floors up, a thousand miles away
i traced every valley and rising hill of her body
her skin soft like sleek flowing chiffon

her steps were measured
careful to avoid the parallel lines
of the hardened cement walkway
and the green of bordering grass

beneath one she would be buried
atop the other she would make love
when words of passion whispered passed her
like a gentle breeze from a window six floors up

it no longer matters whether her hair was wild
like a free-spirited horse on unmeasured plains
or cropped like a closely trimmed rosebush
when i called from my window, she walked on

clutching her purse full of wayward memories
holding back tears in her eyes
while stuffing empty promises in her pockets
and walking to the sedated reflections of rain at her feet