Sickness as a Sign

A breeze blows a cigarette butt around on the ground.
You're getting home just as I'm leaving.
It's not hard to guess you don't want to see me.
I'm trying not to mind taking this sickness as a sign.
Go ahead walk out silently and slam the door.
 It's getting hard to hide I don't care anymore.
I watch smoke fade in the breeze standing ready to leave.
You don't see I'm always here you're just not around.
 Calling this place home when you just want to get out.
I'm trying to remember reasons why I shouldn't forget tonight.
I'm trying to convince myself I'm not the one to blame
 and It's easy when I've seen this all on another day.
Light pours through a crack in the window enough for scars to show.
Showing each other all the paths we had gone.
 Then she points and says "you took that one".
I'm trying to think it through, a ray of light still pierces the room.
We scream the things we've been holding  back for months.
 It's not a fight it's an admission of guilt for all the things we've done.
   
   A stillness hangs in the air along with the words we threw.
  It's not the sense that nothing's happened but acceptance
 with saying goodbye and everything the other already knew.
 Everything's said we're left empty without reason to stay.
  I left my emptiness along with you and that dark room.
   Stepping out, eyes adjusting, letting go of all we made.