After He Leaves Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

He leaves.
I stand behind.
A new BMW, it speeds up
the red light at the rear
gradually becomes feeble.

In a minute, out of sight.
I stand, stoop, look back,
then turn towards the door.
I enter, close the door slowly
and go up the staircase.

One, two, ........ seven, nine, eleven,
by now, a few miles away,
in the heart of the city,
perhaps at the crossing.

'Sooner the light turns green
sooner he will reach.'

Such is the departure,
such is................
and every departure is a farewell,
sustaining like a dwindling flame
till we meet again.