Goodbye Again

The door clicked quietly shut
through the bedroom window
I can see her
Leaving me once more.
Even the morning mist
made her fade softly
before she had
reached the corner.
She will come back
She has a hundred times.
I will take her back.
I always do.
perhaps niether of us
can move on
quiet as we should.
when will we ever learn
that we should not
look for love
in the place where it has died