you keep your coat
on the hook by the door,
the one you swore you’d fix
when the screws loosened.
your shoes still lean into mine
like they remember
how we used to stand closer than this
you say you’re tired.
i tell you i know.
the words fall between us—
a pair of lights flickering
in an empty room.
the bed sinks only on your half
at dawn, warmth leaving
before the light arrives.
i trace the shape of where you slept,
studying a map of where
we used to meet in the middle.
the coffee *** clicks
but you don’t wait
for the first drip.
i drink mine slow,
listening for something
you forgot to take with you.
i fold your sweatshirt the way you like it,
just to remember how it felt to care
for something that still cared back.
maybe tomorrow you’ll stay long enough for the coffee to finish.
maybe tomorrow we’ll meet again in the middle.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 1:12 PM UTC
you keep your coat
on the hook by the door,
the one you swore you’d fix
when the screws loosened.
your shoes still lean into mine
like they remember
how we used to stand closer than this
you say you’re tired.
i tell you i know.
the words fall between us—
a pair of lights flickering
in an empty room.
the bed sinks only on your half
at dawn, warmth leaving
before the light arrives.
i trace the shape of where you slept,
studying a map of where
we used to meet in the middle.
the coffee *** clicks
but you don’t wait
for the first drip.
i drink mine slow,
listening for something
you forgot to take with you.
i fold your sweatshirt the way you like it,
just to remember how it felt to care
for something that still cared back.
maybe tomorrow you’ll stay long enough for the coffee to finish.
maybe tomorrow we’ll meet again in the middle.
growing apart in a relationship is always hard. whether that's romantic or friendship, I always imagine we're growing into who we're meant to be.
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