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May 2017
Thank you for not washing your dishes before you left
They sat there on the counter all day while I was at work and with my family
And thank you for leaving your key with the spare
I found it before I found out you had gone
I found your note while I cooked dinner
Nothing changes
I had rice on the stove and half-thawed chicken in the toaster oven
I had on the same sweatshirt I've always worn in the evenings
I had on the same show in the background
I let my hair down and slammed my body against the appartment door
You hadn't even the decency to speak to me
I knew we were tired but

You just left

With all brutality and unceremoniously, you pulled yourself out of my life,
All of your clothes out of my apartment
Half of our photographs, your computer and your body wash
I brushed my teeth and I slept on the couch
I went to work the next morning
I don't have time to mourn you
I would have helped you walk away
If you were really gone, I wouldn't have kept trying to love you
I could have helped you move out
I could have told you I'm sorry it didn't work
I could have kissed our scars better and you would still be standing here
But you left, empty bottle on the coffee table
***** breakfast dishes in the sink
Fun fact: actually inspired by my sister who came home from college for a day, made a mess, and left again as if my life were a shop window she can bust in and out of dramatically. It made me think about relationships and leaving people. Please comment :)
Lydia
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Lydia  18/F/Pennsylvania
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