I can’t resist
(I know better
than to think I am
being lured)
there is something
about knowing the
date of departure–
it makes us cling
to moments;
we cannot
trust the future
to hold in wait
these small,
sparkling moments
these sudden,
surprising seductions
so we grasp at them,
catching and caught.
Here, now,
leaving is a gift
I am leaving with
a little mystery
a little memory.
Lovely…I’ve had that….but he came back and I married him :)