to hear click of a door

instead of a slam,

to not have to race to the deadlock

keeping you from me.

i slowly stop jumping

when someone knocks a little loud.

and i shower as long as i want,

because now i’m allowed.

i sit on your bed with my outside clothes,

and spray every scented bottle.

and it smells like a bath and body works,

and you’ll probably hate it.

but i love it,

because it means you’re gone.