Reversed Positions

how do I describe this?

this, where I'm sitting in your sweatshirt,

eating ice cream and listening to Brandi Carlile

and writing poetry.

Alone.

not that you'd care

you think I'm risky

you distance yourself from me

you never did like to read the poems the way I loved to

you've moved on now.

if you knew that I was here,

wearing nothing but your clothes

— your sweatshirt, your necklace, your socks (that's all) —

and clutching the bear you gave me,

would you care?

I know you felt this at one point but

I doubt you remember what it's like.

it's been so long and you have someone new now.