I Have To Go

I knew that sooner or later I would hear these words,
I'd pretended that they were meant for someone else,
Another place, another time,
Carried on a gentle breath that escaped from my memory.
I had been basking in the glow of an intimate fusion of thought,
On a plane I'd never been to before,
My senses, honed to perfection, detected the sound of a cloud
approaching.
And just when I thought I was beyond the reach of disappointment,
I heard them, and knew they were directed at me.
I'm sorry, I have to go.