I left the door open, you said to me.
I thought the door would lead to a small balcony,
a place where you could step out for a moment–
to get some fresh air, some time alone,
some time away from me.
The plan was,
you would come around after awhile,
face me a head back inside.
How was I to know you would begin
tying the sheets together, and
lower yourself to the ground?