It happened again,

you came back with a visit

only to remind me that you were gone,

not immediately,

a list of occurrences needed to take place

enough to have me find comfort

in what might quickly disappear.

Always that is the ruse

when we feel least rejected

then suddenly our confidence unravels

at the hands of our own fear.

I remember the first time,

when the decision was made,

I didn’t have any leverage,

any sense of needing to be heard.

Very simply you had decided

the books would be sorted alone,

rather than together as I had told,

when suddenly I returned

to discover you left me without

any discussion, reasons unknown.

Seems we fall so quickly,

so difficult to discern,

what motivates our actions,

or who might decide on their own.

It is in the dreams we fear,

even when we know to awake

we cannot ever imagine a peace

might exist beyond that we forsake.