A year ago
I sat in the floor
with a glass of boxed white
snipped them off
One by one

Letting go of the girl
who bent over in that bathroom stall
too scared to say no

who let him move across the country
who always pretended she liked it.

Winter came.
So did I.
Over an over.
Your cold hands peeling off my shirt
Kissing my neck

"You are so beautiful".

Did we make amends?
Or did I finally forget?

Did we fall out of love?

I think you just fell in
with her.

No more cold air in my face
No more stumbles and forced piggy backs.
No more drunken phone calls at nine am
No more begging me to come over when I planned on spending the night with her.

You moved house
So did I

You're finally within walking distance.

Thanksgiving weekend
two years since I should have turned back
let you go
before it got too cold
to leave your attic bedroom.