I think he’s gone
Can’t be possible he didn’t say anything about leaving while at dinner
I think he’s gone
Check all rooms, he must’ve left a note somewhere
…
I think he left us, me
The light in the living room it’s different
I think he left me
No ironed ironic shirts in the bedroom hangers
…
So many years ago and he didn’t leave the house factually
Circular ironic abandonment haze
The sun light entering the room was different, is still different
Circular abandonment haze and no shirts
…
He thinks I left him
The new girlfriend told me
Circular abandonment both ways it seems
He truly feels it was actually me packing up my pink and selfish shirt to walk away from him
….
No more recurrent dreaming about ironed shirts
I probably left him too in a way
No more changing lights and no ironing my shirts again
I’m moving out from that feeling here and now
(I truly hope)
