four of his white undershirts. i wear these, too. it makes me feel like i've won something.
one gray shirt i gave him. it made me feel better to take it back.
the diamonds and amethyst necklace he gave me, though i don't wear it anymore. i was crying when i took it off for the first time and he asked why. i told him it didn't work because he had told me it would protect my heart. i plan to wear it again someday, regardless. just not yet.
pictures of him. since i live alone, i have them up. everywhere. i like the ghosts, they keep me company.
the boxing glove keychains.
his old boxing gloves. i haven't had the nerve to try them on yet. i'll keep them for his children.
his engagement ring. i'll keep it for his wife.
koda's hair on my purple chair. i could clean it off, but choose not to.
his family contacts. i wrote to his grams yesterday.
a piece of lingerie i never had the nerve to wear.
open space.
time that stops.
sleepless nights.
a reoccurring dream where there's always water, so much water, a cat, and tiny cakes. i eat them all and she has none.
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