I left my keys on the mantlepiece
A little brass family
Tucked up into a little silver ring
I threw out what you left behind
Because I didn't want to have to see you
For the next sixty days
I didn't stop on the stairs
For a rational reason
I let my lower limbs react for me
When I saw your fingers entwined in his
Cacophonous crackling in my cochlea
Like an out of tune radio frequency
Was all I allowed myself to hear
It didn't matter to me this morning
That I was leaving behind the room in which I first pressed my lips against yours
Nor that I would never get the same particular type of phone call from you ever again
The only thing that mattered was that I was leaving behind a tiny brass family
That built a home in my pocket
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