As the tail lights recede and the dust settles
She realises that you have carefully packed,
Stored in airtight containers,
Tied firmly with string,
All the things she would have shared with you.
You have picked up a possibility,
Smothered it in carefully-folded newspaper,
And placed it inside a sealed box,
To cart across the land behind you.
And as you waved goodbye you made so certain
That she wouldn’t see you looking back,
No matter how much you may have wanted to.
So she is left looking forlornly after,
Missing your smile,
Wearing the sweater that smells like you and pretending not to care.
© mjc 28 May 2013