Walking Away

I thought you were walking towards me
but you were really walking away,

though I raised my hand to wave to you,
felt a smile break out on my face.

It was just a trick of the light maybe –
strange at that time of the day.

I thought you were walking towards me
but you were always walking away.

second viewing

they waited weeks before separating
until after the first frost
and in that time nothing much happened
except the air was unusually still
and for a few short days at least
there was a late flourish of summer
in which the garden looked lovelier than ever

then all of a rush they were gone

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beautiful – she said on second viewing

can’t say I garden much – said the agent

like an old postcard – she said
carefully closing the gate behind her
strange but I didn’t notice it at all before
not at all

she turned to take a last look
a sudden gust blew up from somewhere
causing the few remaining petals
on a single white rose
to drop like snowflakes
onto the flowerbed below

I’ll take it – she said