On the way home

watching the raindrops gather
at the edge of the dashboard
pushed by the wipers
removed completely from
where it naturally fell
i bite my lips tasting for
a testament of your kiss
proof of a connection we had
just a few moments and miles ago
but after leaving perhaps, when
the string is cut with precision,
whatever had tied me to you,
caused me to stay awake at 3 am
worrying, wondering what
i could do for you, now severed
you find it simple to be content
without me, i think you know
longing is finite and now that i'm gone,
left no piece of myself behind
except a few strands of hair,
travel size shampoo and conditioner,
my thoughts, affections, fondness
i hear on the radio Beltran hit a home run
and it dawns that in this moment
you are happy and that's enough
to make me (at this moment) happy too