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I have some of your things.

By Fluff Editorial, March 31, 2022

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One beer in my fridge.

Two jumpers, one t-shirt, that I declared my own, hanging in my wardrobe.

Socks that I wear when I run.

A Christmas card sitting on my desk.

Too many yoga pants. 

Three hats. One for looks, two for running. 

A craving for chippies and lush drinks.

A lonely message thread. 

A shared photo album. 

Mattress island, still sitting in the middle of my lounge room.

1/2 watched movies.

A stupid ‘weekend’ mug.

Photos you took, waiting to be framed.

Toothpaste you bought me, almost finished. 

I write every day with the pen you replaced.

You have one of my favourite books under your bed. 

I have an extra large drink bottle that’s too heavy to hold when I’m sleepy.

Photos of your never ending smile, and the happiest I’ve ever seen my own. 

A piece of paper with a music trivia scoreboard stuck on my fridge.

Film waiting to be developed.

Your business card, tucked away somewhere.

A habit of asking people what they’re most excited about in the day.

A bowl made by some bricklayer, whose name I forget, that I made you circle back to buy. 

New faces who can’t really be friends so instead are people in the street I pass by and say, ‘hi’. 

I have a deep sense of sadness. Maybe it’s always been there.

A longing that might never fade.

Sometimes that’s replaced by a feeling of acceptance. Of surrender. Of gratitude. It swings back and forth. No day, or even hour is the same. 

Do I just get rid of everything of yours I have?

One broken necklace. Two broken hearts. 

We got matching tattoos, and I said, this isn’t a contract. 

And when we said goodbye, you commented on the ink now sunken into our skin…

But even if it wasn’t there.

From my head and heart, you could never disappear. 

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