It felt so unnatural,
holding you in that
dimly lit room.

The cupboards were stained with
water and scratched -
other people's trails left
behind
now yours

We could've lived in that cupboard -
together,
and it we couldn't fit we would have
simply
hidden away the parts of ourselves that we
no longer got along with

We could've lived in that cupboard -
together,
you and me and our best selves,
and we could've held a flashlight underneath
each other's faces,
and make up stories about the weather or
what was for dinner that night.

But,
that wasn't what we did

We held each other in that
dimly lit room and it
felt so unnatural because

your face was twisted with the words
"goodbye"

but the weather was nice,
and we ate dinner alone.