Quitting

I never thought I'd hear that he
was quitting, walking away,
calling it off, turning off the alarm,
bringing his suits to the consignment shop.
they would not want his ties.
my heart sinks for him as it rises,
my own memories refresh to
the wiles of corporate America,
the stupidity, really.
may they sink into the mud without him,
they will, I know, but the flowers
in his garden will rejoice, Arabesque,
my favorite cafe, will serve more chai,
the trails will be tramped a bit more often.
and so, he quit and life will move on,
but my heart hurts a bit,
quitting is not the same as
leaving when it's time.