Now that you've left
I am compelled to admit
I wish you didn't
I wish we didn't -
I don't know -
Something different
Because...
Now that you have left
I just don't feel right.
A pressing moment Weighs on the poet To finish her sentence As she currently knows it Urgency quietly calls Through paper-made walls In a form that makes sense Of the daily rises and falls If left unfinished, it never will be For the way life unfolds so quickly.