while tape holding it together
is stretched, ripped out, and slapped on
like a smile.
the shuffling, thumping, and banging.
Clanging and dropping a load because
It’s so heavy.
Dropping a thing or two because two trips
Are for the weak.
So, the door closes and music plays because
that sounds sweeter than leaving.
He’s never been the one to say it,
not to you.
But he does, with eyes empty, body stiff.
How nice it must be to have no side effects
from a goodbye.