Leaving Home (Written December 25)

Leaving Home


But a man comes out. He shouts

Something at her as she walks

Away. She gives no sign


That she has heard him. Her mind

Is made up. For a while it was fine,

What they had together, but all things


Must come to an end. She walks

To the bus stop and waits. She brings

Just a backpack, into which


She has stuffed everything she needs.

He’s still there, in the ditch,

Shouting at her, but she doesn’t care.


She has to leave now, before

It’s too late. Maybe it’s not fair,

But she has her own


Life to lead. When he was her age,

He was the same way, blown

Hither and thither, in a rage.

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