You had just left. As I had asked.
I followed you along the mellow path,
Until I lost you in the clover, at the end.
Not even once you turned your head.

I would have signaled you, after you've gone,
But from this shadow's distance, what's a sign?

I wanted you to leave, and I wished you to stay.
You listened to the first of thoughts, which I did say.
To stop at the last, mute thought, you never knew.
Why did you leave? Why wouldn't you?