http://penastory.com/2015/12/12/you-left-me-without-really-leaving-abdullahi-arebi/

We don’t talk anymore but I have a playlist of your voice recordings I listen to at night
It feels like it was so easy to let you go but not any of the things that brought us together
Never any of the things that kept us together
Is it the same for you?
Do you still use the name I got you?
The one I called you when it was just the two of us and the darkness.
The name I whispered between thrusts of your hips, that hissed through my lips like I was filled to bursting with you even as I filled you in. Or tried to
Did you keep the name like I keep the hairpins, the earrings and all the little bits and relics you forgot over the years
The prom dress you left because even long before then you had sleepovers in my bed
So you said what are if we couldn’t share a wardrobe and even if you couldn’t live in we could live together
It was practice you said
But now as I lie here looking at this dress, and the earrings, with the hairpins in my hair
I can’t help but wonder if this wasn’t your plan from the start you always were too smart
Maybe this is how you made sure you can always come back

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