i see

I see the suitcase
by the door.
the note on the pillow.
the taxi out front,
leaning on his horn.
I see the neighbors looking
out their windows.
I see the empty spot
in the driveway, the tracks
leading out.
I see the moon high above
the trees.
the same moon we spoke
about
so many years ago,
so many spring and summers,
so many seasons
of turning leaves,
so many hard
winters of deep snow.
I see the smile and welcoming
arms
of who you run to.
I close the door and move
on with one more glance
at a moon
that never changes.