Leaving

With the bottle of wine between them,
She listens to stories
How life is revealing itself
Here. Now.

With the sounds of the street below,
She hears life unfold
Promising more than today,
Tomorrow.

The lights go out around them,
Her eyes open wide
Seeing what is real,
True.

The life on the streets of this city-
Your life,
it has beauty, possibility.
It is not mine.

Mine is elsewhere.
Without wine between us and loud streets below.

You left. I came.
I will go
To find life revealed.
But this,
is mine.