Slamming doors echo in my head

Reverberating off all four walls,

Lilting every possible sound,

So that every scream is silent.

Who knew leaving was a song?

The rhythm of your steps,

The melody of your quickened breath,

Harmonizing with my beating heart.

It will keep on beating,

Just as my door will keep on slamming.

People will keep on leaving,

And that song will still be playing.