Subconscious

I often saw him
standing outside my door
In a leaning posture.
It was evening
and his shadow always seemed taller
than usual in the dim light.

That scene I often imagined.
In my deep desire
I wanted him to come to me
come to my door
before leaving.
I often imagined
my apartment would be in a mess
but he wouldn't care
he would come to me
to see me off.

In reality
I left the city alone
with a heavy heart
with rain in my eyes
and when I came back
he had already left
not to come back again.

LKO