Leaving the kitchen light on
Tells me that there’s dishes to wash there before going to bed
Turning your blinker on
Lets me know what you’ll do so I won’t panic
That magnetic sign on the dishwasher
Informs me whether the dishes inside it are clean or dirty
The way you answer me in grunts when I ask if you love me
Is a clear enough way to show that you just don’t any more.
No words are needed
No fight must come
Forget the shouting
I’ll just keep mum
I’m just the roadkill you can drive away from.