beloved, i stutter at goodbye
leaving is private, quiet, discreet and mine
goodbye is yours as well

i like the ambiguity of leaving
mine, that is
we leave off the wishings
not abrupt

only things not said
the reverberation of the mundane
and understood, the circumspect,
or not

i understand leaving
or not

this is mine
to name you beloved

or not

i leave now
you do not know

but i
traverse the mundane markedly