How soothing you said it, how convincing
That you would only be a moment, that you’ll
be right back
As your hands slipped out of mine and your
smile so sublime
I had tried to keep you
But you left so swiftly, never looking back
I stood there in the deadening night’s claws
On the curb
As I watched you go, your back mocking my
loneliness
Winter’s cold slapped across my face
vengefully
On the curb
As I wondered if this was the case of the
Prodigal son or Lot’s wife
Soon, I couldn’t see you anymore
So I took solace in the prints from your
snowboots
Gazing intensely at their silhouette
As though in them I would find solace for
sure
Its been two years I have been standing here
now
Winter has passed and now summer is here
The sun has now gone down
And the leaves are rustling, alluring,
seeking to comfort
But I cannot be comforted
The ticks perch my nostrils, asking
unsounding questions
The owls hoot in my ears like jackals mocking
my long wait
And I said a sullen prayer that you would be
like the prodigal son
That you would at least return
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