Somebody

I sighed when your friend stopped by. She didn't even look at me when she opened the open with your old keys to come and collect your things. The box of records she held in her arms made me want to reach out and take them so that I could hold onto something of yours.

She left your key on the table, and I was alone.

I became addicted to this sadness, it filled the aching cavity in my chest, also known as love.

"We can still be friends." You told me right before you left. I don't want to even admit it now, but I'm kinda relieved it's over.

"You wouldn't catch me so hung up." I tried to smile after, but you must have known it was a lie.

But you didn't have to leave me like that, so suddenly that now I'm nothing more than a stranger to you.