We Both Knew.

He made the bed before he left.
He stacked his keys on the counter.

I vaguely remember seeing a decision in his eyes.
The night before.
Before I slammed the bedroom door.
Before I used my cold shoulder as a test.
A trick to change his ways.
A ploy to get to him.
A tool to make him come to me.

He knew that morning he wasn’t coming back.
I think I knew it, too.

.nexus.