When you stared at the spot
on the wall behind me
and told it you were leaving here
because you wanted to,
I thought you meant now.
But I still see your little car
parked in your driveway
on the way to work each day-
It never occurred to you
that I'd look for it there?
Then I don't want to change your mind.
Still, I hold my breath
as I turn onto your street.
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