That Faint Feeling

I can feel you
         slipping
   (between) the cracks
         of my fingers.
The sound of
   your breath
      gets    f a i n t e r
………the further away
   that you get.
         And your scent
      L
        i
         n
          g
           e
            r
             s
   so much lighter
         (than ever before).
I can feel it
   in my heart of hearts…
         -and in the pit-
            of my very soul.
You are on your way
… … . . out the door.


(January 25, 2012)