Roommate Situations (TW: self harm)

When the officers left, the house suddenly felt empty.

I had been trying to pull myself together enough to leave

But as the sun fully pulled away from the horizon,

Those uniformed men and women left with you and I was

Alone

 

Alone in this house where you tried to kill yourself

 

I poked my head in your room, disheveled now more than usual

The apparatus with which you tried to

“Do the deed” was on the kitchen table

Without much thought, I brought it to the

Basement and hid it in a corner

I went through such practical motions,

Maternal almost:

Straighten your bed

Close the window

Shut off the lights

Dispose of the food you left out on the nightstand

 

And then? I will go to work

I will come home

And I will try not to think about the sounds you made

When you were trying not to live