just go

go with it, take
your leave and be
gone. pack your suitcase
full of sorrows,
your jealous knives
and forks, stuff it
all in your sea bag,
take it off the walls
those memories,
those plates of no
meaning. my ears are
full of consequence,
of your voice crying
out for what i can't
give you. leave
your curses, your
disillusion and sadness
on the curb. i've
had enough and need
for you to go. i need
to see the back of
you, to hear your
footsteps echo out
the door.