The creaking of the floor hinted a change
Movement that was anticipated to come
Waiting to see what would happen
He knew as he stared at his thumb.
The conflict had been ongoing lately
He knew her interest had waned
There wasn’t anything left to fight
Nothing he felt could be gained.
Letting her follow the path she chose
Even knowing it tore them apart
Once she decided to let it go
He could only let her follow her heart.
So as the floor creaked and he waited
He could almost hear the door close
She quietly walked out of his life
What each would become, who knows.