this is goodbye

because i do not admire the way your cigarette dangles between your lips
this is goodbye.

because i don't find your voice clever and
because we are becoming not children anymore;

because in photographs we are strangers
holding hands by accident,
and i was never quite who i had imagined;

because you disapprove
of the fade of my jeans
and the way i tuck my hair behind my ear

and because even before your first sip
i could smell the gin & insincerity on your breath;

this is goodbye.