I feel like there is something that won’t let me let him go.
As if I’ve created a unique bond I haven’t figured out how to destroy.
I’m usually quite good at this.
Maybe not forgetting –
but at least controlling.
It’s like he made himself a nice space in me.
A sort of apartment that he stayed at for a night.
And in the morning he forgot to take all of his belongings with him.
He just left.
And all of the remnants are still trapped inside me.