Withdrawal

I opened a door
And saw you were busy
At your desk and
Withdrew.
I put our tea tray down on the
Verandah steps
And I crouched there
To smell the morning dew.
I leaned to touch
A butterfly on a leaf
But it flew.
I stood up
You were nowhere
In my empty house..
Your slamming door
Was my cue.

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