The Runway Walk Out of My Life

I watched you walk out the door, the clicking of the lock behind you
sounding a lot like the word “goodbye” dripping from your lips.
It felt like a punch in the mouth and tasted a lot like betrayal,
but somehow an apology wasn’t worth the postage.

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