my mind keeps flashing
to the day you said goodbye.
do you want to go for a ride?
no. i’ll stay home.
summer sun shining on your face
by the open doorway.
i can smell cleaning products
in the next room,
and i can feel my agitation
rising.
are you sure?
yeah, i’ll stay home.
“okay, i’ll see you later.”
the creak of the screen door
and everything okay.
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