When I left your door I thought
She would try to stop me
And we can be reconciled.
The wind roared through our clothes;
I thought he would ask me not to go,
And as he uncrossed his legs to get up
I thought you came to call me.
But she did not try to stop me
And he did not ask me to stay;
She did not call me
And she did not ask me to come back.
I walked away slowly
And the distance between us grew steadily,
Until our separation became finite.
(Kaifi Azmi, 1918-2002)
