Sometimes you love someone
so much you have to leave them
alone with their memories of
how love’s become whatever
it is & leave it at that, leave
it left in order to leaf it &
flutter in the wind the way leaves
leave trees & like trees leave
leaves; mute like light in a
rakish, unsorted sort of way …
sometimes you love someone
so much you have to leave them loved.
—Al Young, from “Winter Leaves” in Heaven: Collected Poems 1956-1990 (Creative Arts Book Company, 1992)