My key twisted as the lock gave way
Leading me in
Immediately I was greeted with his solemn presence
His hair matted down
His eyes looking weary
His hands grasping the decrepit box of items which I had eagerly shoved under our bed months prior.
Begged for an explanation.
Dumbfounded I began spattering non-sense;
They’re all mine.
He proceeded to take out the items one by one
A tear stained letter signed “forever yours”,
A rusted necklace, the moon embracing a star,
A ticket stub to a movie I couldn’t legally get into,
A handmade bracelet,
A burnt piece of fishing string,
An old receipt.
He glanced back up at me,
Seemingly searching for an explanation I had yet to possess
He spoke no words
Simply putting the box down
And walking out the door
It was then I realized
I lived alone.
- logan forbis