Indispensable by Annyka Dela Cruz

You have always been forgetful. Sometimes I picture you barging in back into the house; clambering towards the bathroom, trying to grab a hold of these two things that you have unwittingly forgotten. But after a few weeks of the door being silent, I finally realize that you have no intention of coming back. Sometimes, I pray – the cold will make you wish you had your old mug back; sipping coffee from the familiar shape of ceramic and the cold touch on your lips. But I know you; you never leave something irreplaceable.
I wonder what that makes me.