looking from my window
into the night filled Street.
I watched a couple
kissing a last goodbye.
They held each other
almost in mourning
of what they once were.
Still talking neither
one wanting to be the
first to leave.
then they both turned
and walked away
in opposite directions.
after a few paces
she turned and looked back
the lamplight glistened
in the tears
that fell down her face.
She passed a piece
of her heart in that glance.
but he did not look back
and he took it with him.