The house lights burned
yellow
through thin window glass
What remains
of the life we shared.

I wanted to enter.
To remain.
But the night proved
too much
sinking
into my chest.
So I went
without goodbye.
Some acts are unknowingly
cruel
like the moon giving
a sour milk glow
softening
the road that leads away.

And I went on this way.
Looking back
without doing so.
Until morning color  
broke
the horizon.
Where I thought things
would be different.
You know.
Not the same.