Steps

If
Right now
You decide that
You’re going to leave
It will not hurt too much.
That’s not just me being mean
It’s just that, honestly, I know that I
Could easily retrace the steps that led me
From the mess of my bedroom to your front door.
And when I arrive I will make my way back up the stairs
Past the lilac bathroom and the photographs of smiling friends.
I will crawl next to you while you dream of snakes and trees and hair
And I will hope that when you wake up you won’t remember the awful lies
That I have been telling you and we will just eat breakfast in comfortable silence.