little black bag

You were waiting for me in the kitchen.

Of course you were. My shoulders drop as I smile. Of course you were.

"I have something for you."

You hold out a little black bag as my eyes grow wide. For the past year, I'd wondered. Did you throw it away? Did you gift it to her? Did you keep it? Was it covered in pet hair in the back of your dresser?

I'd wondered, and I'd wanted it back.

Our hands touch as I confirm the contents inside the bag, before we turn opposite directions to leave out opposite doors.

"Your girlfriend is really cute," I say over my shoulder as we walk away.

"I know, right?"

"I'm happy for you." I drive away down the dirt road that reminds me of the one we met on, with the little black bag taking your spot in the passenger seat.

I don't know whether to laugh, or cry.