You see me going
You don't ask me to stay

Me going,
you grumpy
in your looks;
retreated
into something
you take for granted,
and honour
with your you;
a something that you learned
a long time ago,
that you blame
for loneliness;
that sense
that anything, anyone
that comes your way,
is on the way past,
outbound,
and you build yourself
in rocks and gravel

me, I recite Rumi;
A Waterbird Flying Into The Sun
- but hear my voice break
before the end of the first verse