You thought of it as an interesting occurrence,
that raven sitting in the middle of
a busy cobblestone path that day,
a traitor at high noon.
But I saw it for what it truly was,
an omen,
or the irreparable split between us
and now at dusk,
both you and our raven are gone and I want
to call to that bird
and ask why it had to choose me
because I wasn’t quite ready
to lose you
just yet.