I watched dumb

I watched,
dumb,
as my heart walked out the door.

Tawny blondish hair falls
in wavy curls down her back, to her
tweed coat,
plaid skirt,
brown knee high leather boots, over
porcelain skin .
As the door closed slowly, she turned,
her blue eyes struck me, her lips parted into a smile of
forgiveness.
She said not one word, but her sad eyes spoke volumes.
I knew, just then, I'd never see her again.

Through a small slit in the door,
which now stood closed,
was threaded the only
tie I'd ever have to her.

A short piece of brown and green flannel,
once a scarf that was our token,
taken from a dream
of what could never be.