excerpt from Bodhichitta

Going It Alone

The car drove itself “home”
along the curves
while some song played on the radio
and made me cry.
Keys held still in the lock
turning the door slowly open
as if to put the silence at bay.
I knelt by the side of the bed
and wept.
Pulled the sheets around me
so i could smell you
one last time.
Played the messages on the machine
one by one.
Feeling like i was in a
hospital waiting room.
And that’s just what i was doing.
Waiting...waiting.
Waiting to hear if
you had gone.