I enjoy the sound
of a cigarette hissing
in a puddle of water.
I enjoy the sound
of you telling me
that you love me,
but you can’t love
me anymore, because
you’re as tired as I am.
But most of all, I enjoy
the sound of you
shutting the door
behind you as you go.
Because nothing is more
enjoyable than the sound
of someone leaving
who never really belonged.
Published on August 31, 2013 07:14