Leaving

I felt it drift away,
so my feet pounded the pavement
in broken up old Ked's,
across the dirt lanes,
kicking up 
clouds.
Chickens scattered across
the lawn,
and the wind whipped
the tall grasses.

I felt it get taken away,
leaving me in the 
rumpled quilts,
my face glittering
with salt trails.
The breath left me
with cold puffs.

The bus passed
the stops,
the clouds rolled in.
The breaths stopped
coming in cold,
stopped coming at all.