I didn’t say goodbye
when i left;
I only walked out,
Through your front door.

You were busy,
having words,
with your sister,
on the telephone.

Air was quite clear,
outside that door;
Sun shining brightly,
above.

No place to go,
without aim in sight,
but only to be;
needless of me.

Sold the deal,
as the door sealed,
and the lock clicked;
there is no more.