We are suppose
to be walking out of
the house together
but he left earlier than ussual
today.

I spent the whole
dinner time alone.

The first time
after six or seven years?

I can't barely remember.
He even forgot about the
seventeenth.

He was suppose to be
home by now
but the tail of his shadows
wasn't even here.

I did the ritual i've been doing,
we've been doing for the past years.
I took his bag
Like he walk me out of the house
earlier this morning.
I gave him his neatly folded
white sando
Like I did not spend dinner time
with myself.
I run my hand through his hair
like he did not went home late.

Something has changed
we both know it.

I put my lips on his nape
like he remembered seventeenth

Something sweet lingers
A stain of red on his collar
Seems like he settled for a better perfume
and a better brand of make-up.