She wrote

She wrote a 10-page short story where you knew she saw you. Every conversation where you lifted your shirt up in front of her and showed her the slices through your insides. She wrote the sweet sweet post with the mouse tucked so tenderly away — the one he had to feed little cubes of cheese. She wrote the dopest rhyme, so dope you know she heard all your songs, those times you listened in the darkness lying next to each other. Just last night. And oh so long ago.