If you see everything listed on ebay
It doesn't mean that I've set a day,
Or just can't wait to get out and away,
Just maybe I've decided after all it's ok.

If snappiness sharpens my snarky replies
And daggers appear in my icicle eyes
You shouldn't imagine I never loved you,
Just there was nothing further to do.

If you find a cleaver in my kitchen drawer,
Don't think everything's decided for sure.
It's keeping an option under the table
For whenever I feel completely unable.

If you find surplus cash in your bank account
And you thought my wealth a similar amount,
Pretend not to notice, just put it aside
For when I finally, this time, decide.

If I've quietly disposed of my hoarded junk
And my to-do list has impressively shrunk
To almost nothing, don't sound the alarm.
Be glad I'll no longer be causing you harm.

If the curtains stay open and the post's building up
In the letterbox, feel free to cup
Your head in your hands but stay well away:
To be certain, leave it another day.

If I say I've a project in Coventry,
Please don't give me the third degree.
I'm going, it's happening, leave me alone.
Enjoy your beautiful, uncluttered home.

If I seem far away right in front of you,
Perhaps more black than the usual blue,
A hug is more welcome than a sigh,
An honest kiss better than goodbye.

You'll probably say this is all stupid,
The distorted tantrum of a backward kid.
Don't lecture me on holistic health,
I'm tired of it all. Go fuck yourself.