You didn’t call to say you missed me.

You didn’t call to say you cared.

And just like that, we were over. Easy.

I half laughed.

Half cried.

Didn’t know if it was the jet lag or if I had just gotten used to sleeping in late and calling you mine.

But the whole time, your bed was low and flat.

Scarcely six inches off the ground.

At any point, I could’ve stood to my feet

And walked away.