Since you’re headed out the door

Which seems like for good this time

With no explanation as to why

I realize I have nothing to lose,

And now is my chance to let it all out

Without the fear that it will make you leave

I’ll close the door before you have time to respond

Because it will be something I don’t want to hear

I’ll make it short and sweet,

Save the soppy details for a bottle of whiskey

and a piece of paper,


“I love you”