Whispered Wanderings

Sitting in my car in your driveway
I watched a spring-like breeze ruffle the tree in your yard
and wondered
what kind of breeze had just blown through your room?
Carried with it an unknown something that,
as it settled into the space between us,
expanded and lengthened that space;
until I felt
a most unexpected separation.

And so I sat, not ready to drive away just yet.
Searched my soul for acceptance of a goodbye
not yet discussed, although seemingly sensed
by both of us.

What will it take
to broach that topic?
And when at last I do,
will you help me
leave?

klm
1/27/24