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answering you

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at night my insomnia follows me like a ghost

and i make a sudden decision on my own: i am going to leave you.

when i begin to pack the clock on the nighstand reads

1:03 am; your head is pressed into the pillow and your mouth

is slightly open, long legs tangled up in the sheets.

when i open the door your shirts are there,

hanging with mine

one of the sleeves on your buttondown hooked gently

onto my sweater. but i take everything off the hangers

and fold it into a cardboard box,

knowing full well i am folding myself up too.

when i finish, the nightstand clock reads 1:34 am

and i take one last look at you lying there.

feathers of hair spread over your skull, the hot hollow

of your neck like a moon crater. i am struggling

with this decision, weighing all options in my mind,

when i notice the curve of your arm like a question mark

which i answer

by shutting the door behind me.


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