Calmly You walk from my life,
Not as a hurricane,as I had Imagined.
As a gentle breeze,that kisses my cheek and dishevels my hair.
As a Kittens Paw Imprints his first winters snow.
As a child first grasps his fathers finger
or the bee that fondles the springtime Lavender.
But a hurricane?
It was not a hurricane.