Leaving

Life is about keeping it moving
you said when you had just decided to leave
and never come back.
You held your bag over your shoulder
and looked to where you wouldn't see me,
but I nodded because you were right
life is about keeping it moving,
nothing more than that.
You already had your ticket, you knew
from where to where
you even knew which seat.
Window seat, you said.
And also that you had a lot of 
catching up to do.
And you shook your head, 
again not looking at me.
Your unease
with my teared up
eyes
and my kisses.
And I proved again 
that I'm not good at it.
Life.
The elevator door started to close,
I stuck my foot in.