isn’t it funny how we keep time
with things
with possessions
with leaving a toothbrush first and then sweaters and then CDs and then, and then
at first on purpose and then not at all,
yours that become mine and then when it’s over (inevitable) yours again
for that moment I get to keep a piece of you
and giving it back
like closing a chapter
like I could pretend it didn’t happen or that you didn’t know me in my darkest corners
like going back to being strangers was as easy as giving back your CDs
and if I kept them I would never not know they weren’t mine
and would never not know they were yours and you knew all the words to track 6
but regardless of the keeping or the giving, the feeling is there
the memories are there
and suddenly a whole year has gone by
and track 6 comes on in someone else’s car and it doesn’t matter because
I still know
