Chapter 0
There wasn't even a moment for me to digest
what exactly was in motion.
First I see you with luggage then
you were out the door.
I need a second. Maybe more.
No, I looked at you while you were stuffing your luggage.
I looked at you and saw your mouth moving slightly,
I think you were mumbling.
Then, you were out the door.
Were we talking, before you packed your bags? Yes,
I remember... I think I remember.
Were there hushed voices? After you planted your palm on my cheek, yes, there were hushed voices and mild sobbing.
You whispered a weak "sorry" before
you were out the door.
Something about being a bad husband, something about
not honoring my word... Something about love, no,
I don't remember.
Am I leaning out the window, am I looking at your car go?
Have I put my foot on the ledge, do I feel my tears flow?
Have I pushed myself forth, do I remember being that light?
I don't have to remember anymore.
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