Fagburn: To The Boy Next Door

You knocked on my door this morning
and you gave me my post.
It was kind of you.
But my head was elsewhere
as ever
It was early and I was curt and offish.
("Hi, thanks, goodbye")
As I too often always am.
(If someone knocks on my door, unexpected, I always think it's gonna be bailiffs).
I didn't realise you were moving out today
(until later and I saw you passing boxes through your window)
And maybe you just wanted to say goodbye. 
Strange now to think of you gone
and how I'll probably never see you again.