you came over on the train
but I was packing
packing was always
ominous to you so
many people in your
left forever right
after packing, pack it,
pack it all up
like gravity in a
shoe box
you could not
believe i was going
because you had
not noticed anything
wrong what is wrong
i know it when it is
wrong for me
it’s like a voice
and then it becomes
voices many voices
it was always late
when you would
finally leave her
and run the whole
way over here
where we spent
most nights it was
the year of spending
nights