Late Last NightA Poem by tysonShe 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. © 2013 tyson |
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