the monring you left
you turned toward me

there was no kiss
no good bye
only a smile

"see ya' around"
I nodded my head in agreement

you never said goodbye
and so
you've never really left
a part of you is here always

if i could have picked
that last moment
the last memory
it would be
just as it was

a tip of your hat
the tug of the door behind you
and the thought
that i might see you around