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.