Get Gone

You look good framed in the doorway
and it suits you pretty well.
After all, you’re always leaving
the view from behind is all I see.
I’m not asking you to stay,
just to close the door behind you.
I’m not begging for you back.
I’m moving on, this choice is final.
I am so sick of the back and forth
the push and then the shove.
It might have taken time to realize,
but I know, this isn’t love.