it had been a while since i visited our old apartment. there was no point. you and i were not us anymore.
do you ever wonder if we could have saved each other?
the hall did not smell of lavender. there was no chiming of charms when i entered each room. all of it was still there, however. for some reason, neither of us had come back to move the furniture. the tainted polaroids were still a part of the colorless wall over our bed. not a lot of things were missing except the couple of people who made it home.
would the memories ever go away?
the house reeked of them. the swing in the balcony and your evening dose of chai with a hint of cinnamon. the sticky notes on the fridge telling me how you would be late from work. and the loud silence under the shower when we made love.
why did you never return?
there was a knock at the door. you had come looking for the same things i thought. but you said you needed to take away a few clothes. the broken mirror on the wardrobe reminded us more than the memories of the last time we had had a fight.
did you notice how our reflection was different now?