call him Casper

I gave you everything.

or at least what my childhood self thought everything was

I let myself play pretend with the memory

as if I hadn’t given you the best of me

you slipped yourself out of my life easier than you had slipped in

and it’s not like you owed me a damn thing

but I thought the time spent meant you would at least say goodbye

But you were playing games.

and when you passed GO, you collected your $200 and left me behind

losing a game I didn’t know I was playing

and I’m left paying rent on the space you take up in my mind

wondering why I care less about you and more about the way you left

and I think back to the last time that I saw you.

when I left a can open on the table

jenga blocks spilling on the floor

I let you spin my head round

half a drink in, losing the game and my judgment

only it wasn’t really lost

I chose to leave it behind

and I wonder if it’s still sitting there

the way my last text is still sitting on your phone

wondering when all these games really end