This is the end.
The silences tell me so.
The non-committal noises
in the back of his throat
Every slammed door
Tell me he’s moving away
This is the end.
I’ve seen it coming
The tenseness of his back
The way he moves
From foot to foot.
Says I will be alone
Every footstep he takes
Are matched by a million more
In a well trodden path
By many men before.
Each one of his footfalls
Confirm this is the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heartbreak penned up almost objectively. This will hit home with many. Sigh. Grand work. t x