It is raining.
Droplets race each other
down the outside of the window pane.
The wine bottle empty sits on the ledge.
Saying goodbye,
you shut the door behind you.
Pressing palms against the glass,
I watch you walk away.
You stop
and begin to turn around.
I catch my breath
and start for the door.
Neither of us finish the motion.
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