She played

Lana Del Rey

as she turned

to watch me pack.

 

It played as we

looked away from

each other's

agreement.

 

I knew it was

her pretence,

a playing hurt,

a joint loss.

 

Her humming

accompaniment

was knowing that

I knew the words,

 

That I knew its

finger was pointing away

pointing away from us,

from us both.

 

My sigh accepted

the change.

 

I left the

room and life

that we had

already both left.

 

Words and foto  Tommy Carroll