The Way He Leaves
Published in
Jan 14, 2021
The way ideas evaporate from one’s mind
when it’s left abandoned with no thought,
The way the pink sands pass in between these fingers
when it’s held with less touch,
The way the bread rots and turns old
when it sits in free air and goes nowhere, not even the mouth,
The way piano breaks its tunes when it sleeps long, longer than Reconquista,
— The way a man leaves his woman
when he gives more than he gets even in the wildest winter.
