The End Poem by Rachel Flint

This is the end.
The silences tell me so.
The non-committal noises
in the back of his throat
Every slammed door
Tell me he’s moving away

This is the end.
I’ve seen it coming
The tenseness of his back
The way he moves
From foot to foot.
Says I will be alone

Every footstep he takes
Are matched by a million more
In a well trodden path
By many men before.
Each one of his footfalls
Confirm this is the end.