Little Losses

He was mine and I owned him.
Yes
I owned him
Every piece of him
Every part
He was mine and I owned him.

My head was full of having then
Mine, I’d say. Mine.
Is this bit mine?
Yes.
Is this bit mine?
Yes.
And this?
Yes
Yes yes yes

You always get what you want
He said
No
I said
My life is largely defined by absence
She is not mine and neither are you. This is just a game.
But I am yours
He said

And I smiled
Because the lie was more palpable than his living body and her dead one
Still

We both pretended
That we belonged to each other