Phone.

Wallet.

Keys.

Purse.

Phone.

Wallet.

Keys.

Purse.

Why do I feel like something’s missing?

I know you heard everything I said—

but were you ever really listening?

Maybe I left a candle burning.

Did I lock the door behind me?

I know you read everything I wrote—

but did you try to see what I see?

Phone.

Wallet.

Keys.

Purse.

Phone.

Wallet.

Keys.

Purse.

Is there something I’m forgetting?

I really just wanted to care for you.

But you wouldn’t open up and let me.

Forgotten?

Lost?

Left behind?

I’ll keep looking, but I know the truth.

The void.

The ache.

The night you left.

You took a piece of me with you.