You didn't slam the door
that would've been easier to hate
You closed it gently
like I was something fragile
you were finally done pretending to hold
The room stayed warm for a while
after you left
like your ghost had better manners than
you did
I sat there counting breaths
that used to belong to both of us
trying to remember
which ones were mine
You said my name
like it had already become a memory
like you were practicing forgetting me
while I was still standing there
still spelling out forever
with shaking hands
I keep finding you
in places you never were
in the hum of the fridge
in the silence between songs
in the way my phone doesn't light up
anymore
You've become a habit
I can't break
because you broke me first
The say love doesn't disappear
but they've never watched it
pack its bags
and apologize on the way out
I would've begged
if I thought it would matter
I would've knelt
prayed
rewritten every version of myself
you ever doubted
but you were already gone
before I knew I needed saving
Now everything fits wrong
the bed
the mornings
my own skin
And the worst part is
I still love you
like you're coming back
like this is just a pause
in a story
that's already been
burned to the ground