This was the
Window of
Goodbye
I knew
The moment
My face touched
The glass
That I wouldn't
Be here
Again
Wouldn't hear your
Breath
In my ear
Or touch your
Man-hands
With their
Veins and muscles
Sewn together
And symbolizing
Power
I pressed my face
To the
Pane
And exhaled
Memorizing
Every detail
The way the sun
Struck the
Mountains and reflected
Off the car
The rusty
Tools that lay
In the dirt
The cactus
That stood proud
And unfeeling
Yes, this
Will be the last
Time
I stand here
-angietallie
