Thursday Morning

You blew the flame out

Before the candle was even lit.

I watched you gather

Your things out of empty

Drawers and bare closets.

Watched you drag your muddy shoes across

Carpet-less floors.

I listened to you shut all the doors without ever opening

A window.

You rush right past me exhaling

Guilt

And regret

And sorrow.

Such sadness that even the warmth

Of my touch cannot heal or take

The pain away even if only for a moment.

How long must I wait?

How long?

To think about time is beyond

My comprehension. Until then

I will sit on this curb and watch

The world pass me by.