I opened a window
at the edge of the world
and there you stood
on the driveway stones
with your bank account
in your makeup case
that far and no farther.
I closed a window
and turned you around
the broken pane
the briars desperate for light
scraping the mullion
in a confusion of wind
I threw myself out of life.
I tell myself
it wasn't too late
decades ago.
Come back.
Is it far?
