I leave you in the evening,
my heart a running beat;
you turn yourself away from me
devising new pursuits
and friendships for the seeking,
a spell to cast by reaching;
my cells are shrieking ‘singleton’,
your stage is somewhere new!
My answer’s in this question
‘Is there anything left to say?’
I shift myself away from you
for days and nights and days:
you’re sailing after treasure,
digging joy and leisure
along a measure and a stretch,
two weeks, away, away!
