i.
send him off at the airport
does he look back at me? i'm sure he does, i
must've not stared hard enough
he thinks i'll wait for him back home. i do.
he comes back, he didn't miss me.
ii.
i steel my heart,
but it keeps melting.
iii.
i have to go, i'm disappearing.
i ask him for help getting to the attic.
i forgot where it was.
i find my suitcase,
empty, but tattered
inside i place
shards of unwashed dishes
and the wrapping paper he sent along
with my birthday present,
back when we still believed in us
my fingers bleed out, so does the case
would i rather lose the baggage?
or keep quiet, drag it out, leave
another day
iv. i chose the lat