we're leaving

for most of your life people
have been telling you
that they're leaving you.

they write notes and leave
them
on your pillow.
on your door, on the kitchen
counter.

they leave phone messages,
or text, or
call and leave a voicemail.

all with good reasons.

you're fired, your bosses tell you.
we don't need you anymore.

your father gathered you all
to the table to announce
his leaving.

wives, girlfriends,
we're breaking up they all say
and point out the myriad
of faults you have.
they don't love you anymore,
or love someone else more
to stay.

brothers and sisters.
you're dead to me, they write,
and mean it.

even
friends at time hit the road,
but often without a note
or word spoken,
they just go,

but we're leaving they all say,
you won't see us around here
anymore and most of the time,

you don't. I can hardly blame
them,
i'd leave too, if I could.