the bell

you have a clock
ticking
in your head.
you know when things
are over.
a bell goes
off inside you.
it's time to pack
up and leave.
the clues pile
up like
laundry
on the basement
floor. no need
to argue, or
pout, or try
to seek therapy,
or get angry
or remorseful.
there is no working
things out.
you both know
it's over. just go.
the bell has
rung.