Blasé

I want to feel blasé about you leaving
Not from some lessened feeling about you
But from the instinct that reduces grieving
Related to the things you often do.
Again, not, dear, that I desire to see
You leave me constantly; rather that each
Day you must go to work, and so leave me
Only if you started within reach.
So I would trade constant departing for
The prior presence leaving must imply;
I would grow hardened to that act therefore
But both of us would know the reason why:
I only want to watch you leave because
Of how close that implies your presence was.