Upon Leaving

by Robin Wayland

You left quietly
in the still of the morning sun
before I had my tea.

You left silently
your bare feet
cleansed with tears
and rosewater.

You left bravely
Hafez in your ear
Rumi at your side,
gently wrapped
in pristine white cotton.

You left finally
taking nothing
but
my world
my heart
my soul.

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