the fight we had today
started just like all the others
but something changed
i saw how much of an ass i was being
just a smidge too late.
case packed, door slammed
“fine, leave” quitter.
sitting there on the bottom stair
just then a hole opened in the cloud cover
the sun lit the floor, and was gone again.
i race to the station
run down the queue
tearing through the waiting room
tearing eyes won’t stop
i reach the train
doors already closed
from the platform, through the window
i catch your crying eyes
you look up just …