he said nothing when he walked out
there was nothing to say
years added themselves up
they spoke the reasons
doors worn by being gently closed
held shut by the immense swell of anger
walls battered beneath glossy paint
hiding scrapes from hurled accusations and objects thrown
a roof patched too many times
sagging beneath the growing weight of unmet expectations
his shoulders straight, his head erect
he heard the shrill calls of their endless needs
he left everything there but himself
he did not look back
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