wordsthat-speak
When I left her door I thought
 she’d try to stop me 
and we might be reconciled. 
The wind bellowed through our clothes, 
I thought she’d ask me not to go,
 and as she uncrossed her legs to get up 
I thought she’d come to call me back.
 But she didn’t try to stop me
 and she didn’t ask me to stay; 
she didn’t call me 
and she didn’t ask me to come back. 
I walked away slowly 
and the distance between us grew steadily,
 till our separation became finite.
Kaifi Azmi (via wordsthat-speak)