Nothing over the top.
Nothing too flashy.
It wasn’t drawn out.
There was mostly silence.

Just you and I,
standing in my driveway
as we briefly braved
the cold wind.
Just you and I,
embracing,
breathing.
And for a moment,
we moved in slow motion
as we leaned into one another
for the last time
(I hoped the instant
would stretch)
and stray tears leaked from
the corners of my eyes.

You ruffled my hair
how you knew I liked
and pulled out of my driveway
as I watched you go up the hill,
out of sight
(I wept).