Hightailing

There wasn't even a moment for me to digest

what exactly was in motion.

First I see you with luggage then

you were out the door.

I need a second. Maybe more.

No, I looked at you while you were stuffing your luggage.

I looked at you and saw your mouth moving slightly,

I think you were mumbling.

Then, you were out the door.

Were we talking, before you packed your bags? Yes,

I remember... I think I remember.

Were there hushed voices? After you planted your palm on my cheek, yes, there were hushed voices and mild sobbing.

You whispered a weak "sorry" before

you were out the door.

Something about being a bad husband, something about

not honoring my word... Something about love, no,

I don't remember.

Am I leaning out the window, am I looking at your car go?

Have I put my foot on the ledge, do I feel my tears flow?

Have I pushed myself forth, do I remember being that light?

I don't have to remember anymore.