The Poetry of
Jack Scott

On Leaving

I know I have no right to you
for you are yours
and so you leave.
I’m left in darkness loving,
my eyes upon my fading view
of your confusion taking you
away from me to something new,
forgetting who would trade his soul to
hold one glimpse, one moment true
of lovely predeparting you.

223 ®Copyright 1966 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.