Prajapathi, bidding farewell.

Your mouth – in hesitant silence –
Speaks to me, as your lips twitch,
As your eyes watch. Your breath shifts
Your taut bosom, as you hold in check
What I know you feel.

You tell me, with carefully chosen words
You have practiced so well for years,
That I must go and come back in safety,
For your friendship will await me.
I harden as I watch you stand there for me to go.