Leaving

 People act like leaving is easy
Like the act of falling out of love with someone
Is like a switch 
Or somehow linear
It's so much messier than all of that
It's never that simple

The movies will have you think
Once the words have left your lips
The person will leave
And their stuff will disappear
And time flashes forward
That doesn't account for the stages
That mimic those of grief

Denial
The finding ways to stay
The sticking around
The lingering

Anger
The accusations
The cruelty
The things you can't take back

Bargaining
The begging
The doubt
The balancing act

Depression
The emotions
The concern of regret
The loneliness 

Acceptance
The furthest step
The hardest to reach
The finale

Even if it's amicable
Or civil
Or friendly
It's never simple

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