The Art of Leaving

I have mastered the art of leaving. The art of symmetric mirror-imaged parting hands The sad shaped angel eyes The running mascara The sleepy goodbyes The transient embraces causing permanent damage The shaky voices The interrupted heart beats The running away The crawling back The silent sighs The unanswered whys The hanging of unattained broken dreams on little key chains The biting of lips And caging of unspoken desires I have mastered the art of leaving. I was never right – So I left, I left and I left – Until leaving had become my forte My field of expertise.