There is no room for you
in my heart. The only tenant
who ever lived there left
some luggage behind.
I didn’t evict him. He
simply left without a word.
I keep hoping he will come
back and collect the luggage
or at least arrange for disposal
clean out the place, throw out
old memories.
I could possibly live with
the marks on the wall. Some
are completely indelible
some I even like
But you see I am afraid
if it all goes, what will I do
with all that empty space?
You’ve made the choice then