Nostalgia ate at my stomach like poison where it had already been tied into knots

I sat bare on my stripped floor; I nakedly stared into your eyes without inhibitions

And I insist on remembering you like that. I insist that I once knew you and that you

Once knew me and you knew that I needed you to go because I would never leave

And I refuse to believe that you did this because you did not love me.

You loved me in the way that you love your favourite book that is written in another tongue

You knew me but you couldn’t pretend to read my slurred words anymore.

I had transformed from the characters of your language to mine and its okay that you

Had to put me back on the shelf to let somebody else read the words you couldn’t.

I know that you still love my story, but my cracked spine won’t rest in your hands anymore

And I accept that. You knew it was time to let me go. I accept that.