Not a word to the summer breezes..
That ruffle through my clothes..
Hanging on my innocuous balcony...
Not a word to the half read books..
Lying on my overcrowded bed..
Waiting for me to paint their stories...
Not a word to the whisper of love..
Buzzing through my phone..
Asking for affection in return.
Not a word to the winding alleys..
Of the unknown city..
That I now call home...
Not a word to the stuff toys..
Sitting on my couch..
Begging for a snuggle...
Not a word to the half eaten chocolate bar...
Or the half drawn doodle...
Or the half written note..

No one needs to know.
I am leaving.
I will let them know when I am long gone
And the world finds out.