Write 366: 326 – Battling With Goodbye

Left on the lights but you didn’t return to our abode
Dinner’s gone cold and your actions are hard to decode
Message sent but the receiving party’s on ‘Do Not Disturb’
Antics rising and looking to place your items on the curb
Looking to be forgiving and work through the problems
Shoulders were cold and I look at happier times in albums
Instincts are swimming around and signs point to make an exit
If this is how the story ends, we’ll bite the bullet