You don’t seem like the one
who would leave before the sunrise
before the day begins
before the world wakes up.
But somehow, I brace myself for the worst.
I just picture your silhouette
walking
farther away from
my side
and closer to
another side
of the world,
a place I’ve never seen
and will never go.
Maybe you’ll say,
“I’ll be right back,
five, maybe ten minutes?”
And I’ll know.
But I can pretend-
and I’ll hold my breath
slowly count to sixty
five times.
ten times.
thirty times.
over five hundred-thousand times-
because I trusted you.
I thought I knew you.
But then again-
I guess I didn’t really know you at all.
Do you ever really know anyone
until they show you
a side of them
you’ve never seen before?