apartment 4613…

In apartment 4613

You told me “malooka just imagine me here I never left, I’m always here”
And that’s all the assurance I needed

You grabbed your suitcase

Wrapped your scarf And hugged me goodbye

And I watched the taxi take you away from me for the last time

But the days passed

And whenever I missed you I kept revisiting you in apartment 4613.

Our stories, memories, hugs; all locked up in 4613.

That’s where we last existed.

Together.

Happy.

At peace.

And you were alive.