i excuse myself,
and slip out the side door.
no fanfare,
or farewells,
no handshakes,
or goodbyes,
just go, be gone,
i take the stairwell,
down i go,
out into the night.
with tie off
gulping in the quiet
of cool air.
unfortunately
in my sweaty palms
i'm still holding
her heirloom
silverware.
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