T urning to leave
she covers the distance
to the door
in a few sorrowful strides
she looks back
finds my gaze
as if to speak
in that fading moment
nothing is said
no need
she lowers her eyes
turns her head
steps through the door
into the November rain
and is gone
*
rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse
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