Your hand on the doorknob,
Envying the metal which felt your touch.
You light the cigarette,
And blow the smoke,
Those darts in your eyes
In the dim light.
The streaks of your reddish blonde hair
Strike up in the morning light
Filtering through the half drawn curtains.
Your eyelids flicker,
Reluctant to open your eyes,
Sheepish, like a child,
Your amused smile when you see me
Staring intently at you,
You would think me half-crazed
For looking at you like that.
Into my ears in your beautiful language
Which I know not
But I do not ask you to translate.
I am just happy watching
Your delicious mouth form words
Even as I try to memorize your voice
So that it would stay with me
Even after these fleeting twelve days.
I now dream of your country, your people
But my heart sinks
When I see your undisguised eagerness
To go back to the place you call home.
You have never loved me, never will.
I can sit here and watch you forever
But your bags are packed,
You have picked up your blazer,
Reached for the door.
I remain rooted to the ground
And watch you go.