Sunday, December 25, 2016

Memories of an old phone

Spring of 2014

I think I can no longer use "we".
I curled up like a questionmark around you. I wanted to know.
I think I can no longer know what you are feeling.
I haven't heard your phone ring in months.
The ice cream sits unusually long in the freezer.
I don't see your shampoo anymore.
I froze time.
I think you left yesterday night.
But no, it wasn't yesterday night.
I think this is over.
I think you left.

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