At Your Coming Poem by Hm. Nes

If I had waited
And heard you coming before you came,
I might have waited longer,
But probably not,
For you have come before
In other seasons,
When the flowers bloomed
And softer music played,
As I, upon my favorite cushioned chair
Did hold my ears in wonder
At your coming

But then, over time, the marvel ceased,
And oft-repeated conversations
About careless topics,
Such as yesterday's bargains and
Tomorrow's weather,
Wore down my eager spirit,
And now, I fail to listen for your
Footfalls on the pavement,
Your coming neglected
For words that will surely follow.
I leave, not because you come,
But rather, for the lack of reason
To stay