Your fingertips seem just out of reach, <br />like the lifeline to a drowning man. <br />Tears haze my eyes, <br />like the morning mist. <br />You are going, <br />but why, I don’t understand.. <br />There has been no words between us, <br />no anger, no cries of rage. <br />Your suitcase is by the door, <br />is my life turning another page? <br />What went wrong between us, <br />that you feel you can not stay? <br />Has someone rekindled an old flame? <br />Has the one burning for me gone out? <br />Before the door closes between us, <br />please think of what you do. <br />Think of the seeds of sadness, <br />you are about to sow. <br />If you have any doubts, <br />close the door and don’t go. <br /> <br />2/10/1984<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaving-25/
