catharsis,

catharsis, self
-caused, but you led
the way. You sure woke me
up, you cleaned me out,
you set me straight.
This was some technique,
you picked up from some expert,
or course? Or a program of your own
devising? Or perhaps
just the seat of your pants,
just the tip of your tongue,
the feel of your
hands

all over
me and my life, to make
me think that all
is in splendid array,
the future filling in,
in broad strokes and lines,
good things on the way

- when meanwhile

in reality, every day -

you inched sideways.
Another inch
towards the door.
Fine. Those inches
added up, and now
you've got only
one
foot
left

in my life.
I can see which way
it's planted. Don't say goodbye

let the door

feel abandoned, cry,
hit you on the way out

The way out does not care why.