For all your loose denials of reality
And for all the shards of injustice you pushed at my hands
I never really wanted you to leave.
The string we tied
Is broken and frail,
Withered down from your complaints about my words being metaphors for not being able to love you
Or from my shouts as you left the house.
We said we would part as happy friends-
Although we both knew it wasn't going to happen that way.
So forgive me for thinking that
It's strange how
The sound of your shoes against the cold concrete street
Sound like the ticks of a clock as you leave
of the loneliest thief in the world.