Engine Running

All the ways I thought I'd feel,
None of them are showing up.
Heart's steady, hands are quiet,
Feet already down the stairs.
Engine running in the drive, never felt this kind of calm.
No apologies, no "nope." Just the click of locks behind,
Everything I couldn't say.
Fades to taillights on the road.
Pictures still against the wall,
Didn't touch a single frame.
Equals sour by the weekend, someone else can throw it out.
All those versions of myself stay and put inside these rooms.
Breath is even, spine is straight,
Last time I will see this view.
Engine running in the drive, never felt this kind of calm.
No apologies, no "nope." Just the click of locks behind,