The Last Date Crossed

I said to leave it hanging there.
And you told the whole thing plainly,
Neither begging nor proud.
I let each answer settle before I spoke the lie.
I crossed the last day out, drew the line firm and slow.
Not to part in all the waiting, not to highwood I now know.
I crossed the last day out, crossed it clean.
Do not tear down January, do not cover up July.
Every mark became the measure of the woman standing by.
If you mean to share tomorrow,