The End Of Us

Your bags are packed
The cab is on the way.
I follow your movements
Across the bedroom
As you double check,
Making sure you have everything.
The closet is hauntingly empty,
Drawers are opened and closed
With a hollow echo.
I know we agreed on this
But I hate to see us end.
As my heart breaks
You walk out the door,
Give your bags to the driver,
And then become the passenger
In the cab that will take you away.
I watch the taillights through tears.
It is sad how it could end so quietly.
A lifetime ends with a left turn signal
And the lights disappearing
Around the corner.

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