quartz street ➢ brad simpson [au]

epilogue

5 years later

waking up

to an empty bed

barely happened

and i could tell

if she was awake

before me--

the sheets are colder

and there is no one

to keep me warm

there are no arms

to pull me closer

to a body

that isn't mine

there's no pieces of hair

falling on my arm

as she moves

in her sleep

i wake up to more than an empty bed--

an empty apartment

the floor is colder than usual

and there's no mess in the kitchen

with eggs cracking

and coffee brewing

her half of the closet was empty

and so was her half of the bed

and her half of the bookshelf

and her half of the room

it was like she threw away

every piece of her

that was shared with me

in our apartment

the shampoo bottles were gone

and so were her mugs

and the ponytails she always misplaced,

found in the in betweens of the furniture

she didn't leave anything

except for one

small paper

ripped from the book

that started it all

all things are ready

if our minds are so

and with the ripped paper

came a note

with her perfectly messy handwriting

in her favorite orange glitter pen

maybe in five years

our minds will be as ready

as every other thing out there

and maybe

when you're lonely

on a tuesday night

and you're thinking

of me,

i might come back

if you ask