Insights at dusk 

As he leaves 

the room 

I stand 

by the window 

and stare 

at the trees 

moving 

from side to side 

I feel the wind 

in my face

and put my hand 

out the 

window

I’m back 

by the lake 

and 

I remember 

how 

there has been 

a life before

him

full of fulfillement  

My happiness 

is anything

but 

dependent 

on him 

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