Late Last Night

A Poem by tyson

She messaged me late last night. It was two in the morning.

I hadn’t heard from her in almost a year. I was surprised she still had my number. She only ever messaged me this late if she had been drinking.

It was in regards to my belongings. During our gruelling and lengthy separation she had kept a collection of books, films and clothing, all belonging to me. They were her leverage in such hostile times and she refused to return them without an ordeal.

I became complacent and lost interest in her games. I had read the books, I had seen the films and I had worn the clothes. I figured the longer she held onto them, the longer she would be haunted by me.

The message explained that, she had moved house and found a pile of bits a pieces that had belonged to me, and to let her know if I wanted them back or not. I lay there thinking of a million replies that were never sent. Then I thought about her. Then us. It was painful.

I was wrong, I had underestimated her; the longer she held onto those things, the longer she would be able to haunt me.