in the guts

i think that's the day i knew.

it was a sunday afternoon.
you were gone,
and i suddenly
had the urge
to create some nostalgia.
i took snapshots
to commemorate being in your space,
assuming your comforts
for mine.
then later,
i felt that overwhelming sadness
as i walked away from your building,
your home,
and fought bravely
against the intruders
welling up in my eyes.

maybe you weren't certain, but,
that's the day,
in the core of myself,
i think i knew.