Spinning in Your Orbit

Midnight, phone glow on the kitchen tile. Your voice still warm in my

ear. I traced the words you left behind like

counting stars that disappeared. You said, "Forever," with a half smile

while packing up your things. I mistook motion for devotion

in the rhythm of your leaving. I wasn't in love. Just spinning in

your orbit. Dancing with a ghost. Who never really saw me.

Mirror ball shards on the bedroom floor. Catch the streetlight through the pane.

I wear your old shirt like a uniform for battles I can't name.