We are suppose
to be walking out of
the house together
but he left earlier than ussual
today.
I spent the whole
dinner time alone.
The first time
after six or seven years?
I can't barely remember.
He even forgot about the
seventeenth.
He was suppose to be
home by now
but the tail of his shadows
wasn't even here.
I did the ritual i've been doing,
we've been doing for the past years.
I took his bag
Like he walk me out of the house
earlier this morning.
I gave him his neatly folded
white sando
Like I did not spend dinner time
with myself.
I run my hand through his hair
like he did not went home late.
Something has changed
we both know it.
I put my lips on his nape
like he remembered seventeenth
Something sweet lingers
A stain of red on his collar
Seems like he settled for a better perfume
and a better brand of make-up.
just thought of it while having some date with myself. It's ME time anyway!