I had left the door ajar <br />for just a moment. <br />Looked up in time <br />to see a shadow. <br />Leaving. <br />Not unlike <br />some common <br />thieves <br />so late at night. <br /> <br />And all that's left <br />behind for me was <br />just a sound. <br />No sound of music <br />but the busy fiddle <br />of reality, <br />which was creating now <br />the lovely, but so final sounds: <br />The patter of -just leaving now -, <br />the patter of so, yes..... <br />so many <br />l'il boys' feet.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gone-11/
