A Capella

I left while you
were still
singing,
while the snow
       was still
but a threat.

What I mean
is    that
I left
   went away and
    you were
singing about—

You used to sing
    of    mistakes
you wanted to make.

I left
expecting snow
as you sang
   what it was
you    sang    alone
that    night.

I left.
Not because
you sang
but
because something
you were singing
alone
made things
in me
   start   leaving.

Copyright © 2005 Weston Cutter All rights reserved
from The Greensboro Review
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