No squeak of hinge,
No floorboard creak,
No rattle of the slat blind,
No swish of breeze
As he looked around
At what he'd leave behind.
No unsettled crockery,
No ornaments disturbed,
No regrets or sorrows,
No sign he was perturbed.
No gravel crunch,
No footstep taps,
No scuff of shoe on ground,
He ignored the pull of commitment's cry
As he left without a sound.
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