I worry about breathing

when you say that you’re leaving,

I make your days longer,

never too busy to be

a bird and a bee.

I try to walk slower

to keep you around,

know that that you’re heading

out of town.

Small talk folding clothing,

pretend I am holding

steady for you.

No shoes in the driveway

so I could say I tried

to let this go quickly;

need to get back inside.

I think that I’ll watch this though,

look for your face in the car window

just wanted one last chance to see

before the bend in the road.