and i looked back over my shoulder,
waved a final good-bye,
and cried like a little schoolboy
who lost his box lunch on a field trip.

up the elevator we were just on,
past the automatic doors we'd been
through countless times,
i cried.

but there's something reassuring
about going through so much pain.
i know i must have loved
tremendously in the first place,
to have felt such sadness
upon farewell.