it was a painful morning
sore eyed and stiff
hungover and depressed
goodbyes make for terrible lovers
and lovers make for terrible goodbyes

ten steps later in the kitchen
the measuring cup had drowned itself in the dishwater
rather than face the pain of my departure
and the lamp had hung itself from the ceiling
to avoid saying goodbye

the rest of the kitchen hummed to itself
quietly indifferent to my going
I blinked
retreated
and collected my things
then left without a word

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