Calculated Risk Poem by William Kruse

I just had time to see you go
before the tear
ran down my cheek.

If you go,
please don’t write.
The ache then would only grow, but with no word
it soon will die.

I can’t stand to see you leave...
with you gone and knowing you're not coming back,
I want to leave this life,
find you somewhere new
and learn to love you all over again.

And knowing the hurt,
and the possibility of losing another heart,
to risk it on the chance that, this time,
you will see me.