banshee

a sultry August subway hall
when first I heard the banshee call
a wail heralding the death of us as us
making "us"
a you
and
a me

a kiss goodbye
followed by you charging down the stairs
unawares that I looked back
and you did not

I looked back
for one more glimpse
as every time before
and you walked away
looking back no more

then I knew

and in my knowing had to stew
for days until you did
what, I guess, you had to do