Having your roommate
the one you’ve had since
day one of college
move out
the second week of
what would have been your
fourth semester living together
feels a bit like what I imagine
getting a divorce
would be like
an amicable one
where neither party
hates the other
and perhaps you are
still good friends
but it is
painful nonetheless
as you sort through the room
this is yours
this is mine
until the room is left
half full
but feels
half empty.
It’s so much easier to say
things happen
people change
when the evidence of its truth
isn’t staring you in the face.


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