you tip toed
out of my life
surreptitious
back steps
softly with door
do not disturb
the dreams
hanging tenuous
from clouds
lest they sail to ground
no glint of light
on silver hair
hands so light
not to brush cheek
awaken senses
stilled breath
averting eyes
I might accidentally
lock them
causing you
to lose resolve
gently you left
while I dreamt
of horses
and winter
and hands locked together
oblivious to
impending thud
of dawn