to watch you leave... is to know such pain, its jagged edges ripping into my facade as a stake from the garden tears in to warm, dark earth
to watch you leave... knowing all the while that never again will I fit myself, warm with sleep against your back, nor feel you breathing and the beating of your heart
to watch you leave... aware in every moment of every day that my dreams, my future once tied with silken ribbons to yours, will never come to be and the mornings once so silent and hopeful, us gazing at the sky and so gently awaiting forever are now but a small piece of my past
to watch you leave... is to know that I've lost my place of existence, my station, my hearts home that I will wander, forever a nomad, alone and afraid
to watch you leave... your heart a tight fist of anger and your dry eyes betray nothing of you I cry for the both of us, my love, because you will not
my troubled dreams watch you leave, over and over again