'Go around to the back door' you said.
'I hid the key under a sheet.
Go around to the back door
I know the gate is locked,
look underneath'
That night I was stumbling.
Clung to you.
Longed for my body.
For any other body.
I lingered somewhere in between.
Felt like someone had stolen me,
walked in my skin.
Who is this thief?
This robber?
'She was alive' you said.
Then what am I?
The next morning,
I had no memory.
I laid in bed all day.
You went away.
The silence was sickening.