You don’t seem like the one

who would leave before the sunrise

                                    before the day begins

                                    before the world wakes up.

But somehow, I brace myself for the worst.

I just picture your silhouette

walking

farther away from

my side

and closer to

another side

of the world,

          a place I’ve never seen

          and will never go.

Maybe you’ll say,

     “I’ll be right back,

            five, maybe ten minutes?”

And I’ll know.

But I can pretend-

and I’ll hold my breath

            slowly count to sixty

                    five times.

                    ten times.

                    thirty times.

                                      over five hundred-thousand times-

because I trusted you.

I thought I knew you.

But then again-

                                      I guess I didn’t really know you at all.

Do you ever really know anyone

until they show you

a side of them

you’ve never seen before?