did you let go of my hand?
it went cold, so cold, suddenly
shivering in short sleeves, unsure I stand
don’t you normally lend me your coat?

I think this is the way. i think. isn’t it?
but, then, I was following you.
you must have pulled up short, said my name
we set out under sunny skies of soft warm blue

what happened, was it my puppy-dog joy
you usually laugh, you usually tease
weren’t you happy? I don’t remember a change
were you silent, I now cannot think –

did you need me to stop? to look, to listen
was I absorbed by my own hum and chatter?
for you have gone, it would seem, but why –
I didn’t see you go – what happened?