Rabbit Droppings

You are packing your things.  It’s time to move on.  There’s nothing left to say, our time is up. 

You’re looking for shampoo, it’s all very normal, cordial.  I am laying here, it seems inappropriate to help.

Tonight you will sleep alone, and I will not, the dog is staying with me; so it is certain that you will feel more lonely.  You will be in strange surroundings, and you might wonder if it’s for the best.  But you are so certain that it is.

I don’t have to think, life is happening to me, but I accept responsibility.  I have thought and I know I didn’t try hard enough for us to succeed, but hard enough for us to fail gracefully.  Right now that seems good enough.

I feel tired and quiet and sad.  That seems appropriate.

Everything is going as planned, just another parting.