Note to you.

I am leaving you.
You though, you don't know it yet. Where you are is only 4 PM on a Friday. You are getting ready for the weekend. You are casually checking your instagram. You are walking towards your desk. You are saying good bye to your colleagues. You are wrapping up the emails of the week. You are silently touching your beard. You are smiling and thinking of something. You are calm and collected. You are waiting for my message tomorrow. You will get it. You won't know it's for the last time.
You, you are nothing but a figment of my imagination.