Sorry, This Place is too Small for the Three of Us

CabinI will arise and go now,
For your hearth is cold,
And your cupboards hold nothing for me.

I thought I should have some peace here,
But that is a treasure you’ve buried,
And you’ll show me no map.

Your eyes are all a glimmer.
I caught a glimpse
As you turned from me to her.

The good-bye catches in my throat.
I clear it, then cough,
And embark upon a quest for my coat.

Finding a pen in my pocket,
I think about leaving a note.
Instead, I just leave.

My heels click on the grey pavement
That leads away from your door.
And I revel in the freedom I have found at last.