You don’t care

Why do I

I’m walking away from the empty seat next to me

Thinking I can’t leave

You might come back

I might miss you

When you do

And then it’d be my fault

This cut has stung with salt

For so long now

How you’ve won,

Cared less, knew that

I was a scared mess,

Too bad, who cares,

See my face -who’s that-

bad taste, lumped throat

more than you know/note,

no

have to go

before I lose control

So I can climb down,
Untie the rope n open up

My heartbeat will halt

One day either way

So I’m walking away

From the empty seat next to me

Looking back

again and again and again

Like the

quietly depressed man

That I am