The wait was finally over. You started banging on my door at exactly 3 AM. I know this because I stood across the street, by the railroad tracks. You let yourself in slowly, curling your body around the door like a saxophone player picking their instrument up.I saw glimpses of you wandering around the house. Lights blinked. You opened every window and began throwing my things out. Notebooks, teacups, the small Eiffel tower bust. The sharp edge stuck in the ground like a golf tee. You carried…See More