The Day You Died

I was in a shock, I think.

 

Holding the phone to my ear

With one hand,

I ironed the same dress

For an hour,

Until I saw the holes

Burnt through the fabric,

Much like my heart.

 

No, I don’t love you anymore.

I had that sorted out long back.

Until Now.

 

I sat down

On the pile of ironed clothes

And stayed there for another hour

Still clutching the phone

Close to my heart.

Waiting for something… someone…

 

No, I don’t love you anymore.

I had that sorted out long back.

Until Now.

 

Someone called, not sure who,

Confirming what I already knew.

“Of course, I am fine.

I got over him.”

 

I called my new love

To share what I felt.

“Of course, I’m fine.

I got over him.”

 

Of course, I don’t love you anymore.

I had that sorted out long back.

Until Now.

 

Not sure if I ate that night,

Not sure how I got to bed.

Not sure if I cried.

But I remember

Turning over my wet pillow

In the middle of the night,

The day you died.

-Dedicated to the one ‘I didn’t love anymore’ until the day he died