I stood on my front porch and watched as it’s red tail stuck up from behind the trees and it’s growling shook the ground on which I
stood. I knew that it was him. He was leaving. He did not tell me goodbye. I watched as the tail traveled down its path and its roar got
louder. It felt as if it was screaming for the sky and earth to accept it. But it was not the one who was asking. He was declaring that he
was taking to the sky and that you were being warned of his departure from one to the next.
I stood there and hoped that he could have seen me. That I would cry. That I would be entrusted with the screeching decibels for
the tearing of my heart. That he would look down from the heavens and see me standing here as the rain began to fall, saving me the
embarrassment, of being seen crying.