nothing sounds as final as the piercing words
that fall like bricks from your mouth,
nothing feels as final as your fingers
that slip easily out of my grip,
nothing smells as final as the perfume
that i know is certainly not mine,
nothing tastes as final as the last kiss
that lingers on my cracked lips,
and nothing at all looks as final as the end of your coat
that sways in rhythm with your footsteps
as you walk away.
...but you know what?
nothing is as satisfying as you finally out of my life.