As the moon lit reflection wavered soft and silent outside my window, so did he go.
Slipping away with no fervor – no ceremony to accompany his steps.
Only the click of time passing from our old grandfather clock.
Stroking time and space as if to bid him stay, but knowing full well it had no power to keep him.
So it counted on.
Tapping its seconds against my hollow heart.
Drumming its sympathies in the hallway.