Wind Chime

I still don’t know why
you chose to do it
in my room.

I don’t understand why you
tied the rope
from my ceiling

And

climbed ever so carefully
upon the stepladder.

Or

why you

gracefully put your head
between the well-crafted coarse loop

and

swayed as if a spring breeze
had seeped through my window.

I don’t know why you

allowed the ladder to fall
leaving you dangling like a stoic wind chime.

And

As much as I’d like to pretend I don’t know why I sobbed in guilt
after waking from this dream,
the thought of your disappearance
made me at peace.