You crept onto my calendar
way more time dedicated to your presence than I knew was available for even myself
what was the point?
Circle the dates, see where you were, and then a whirly-whirly seed pod falls into my lap
is the point to disturb – then – or with silence?
I feel the calm of my pulse and as the breeze, you come and go, and that’s okay with me
it was then, and for now maybe
I want to know the outcome
when will you next leave? – at death, divorce, sickness, another, or now
leaving is certain