I Was Gone

 Leaving you 

on the mountain

top was easy.

It took one week

from

thought to finish.

Broken heart

mixed with 

soft footsteps

guided me

through this

broken dream.

My white tattered 

flag in hand. 

Cranking open

the large 

casement windows

the pine and 

Japanese maple 

reminded

me of the

injunctions 

that the wind

whispered

in my ears 

every night. 

Reminded

me of the

cautionary tales 

the gang 

of feral cats 

would 

declare to me.

Even the 

dangerous dance

with the summer tornado

wind and power lines

never moved me. 

One picture

from your

phone

overtook

my strength,

and just like

that I was gone.