he never learned her name
not in the two years that he knew her,
not in the two months that he slept with her,
not even in the two weeks that he loved her
and maybe that was why
she left him without warning,
but he knew she had gone,
the moment he opened his eyes the next day,
because her shoes weren't by the bed
she always left them there
but she had known his name from the start,
throughout the two years that she knew him,
throughout the two months that she slept with him,
and especially throughout the two weeks that she loved him
that was why
she left him in her wake,
to pick up the shattered remains
of their haphazard relationship
because she had never even known love
and yet,
she knew his name
in the end,
she was just afraid
of love,
and of what knowing his name could mean
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broken bikes
Poetrypoetry is a vice. ➳ 2014 watty awards winner for poetry ➳ gorgeous cover by @mountainy