the door at the edge of the kitchen where he came back because he forgot his glasses after spending the night on the floor of what used to be our room

i know

terse words exchanged from opposite sides of the dinner table as you look flummoxed that i'm the one answering the call and i tell you to get lost

i lost

the laughter of others when the boxes were packed and the keys left behind and those godawful words "now you can move in"

i cried