The one night stand

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.

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