Redecorate
I sit alone with my knees
to my chest.
Sitting alone in my
heart. It’s big.
And it’s turning cold.
The posters of my past
hang on its walls.
They’re starting to
crumple & peel away too.
It’s silent. Colors
fading.
It feels empty. I’m
empty.
I look around at the
dust.
The sea of gray all over.
The floor is worn from
the people that have come through.
I graze it with my hand
thinking about all the possibilities we had
and the moments that made
me believe it might be something.
Hurt shows up too.
I throw one of their
t-shirts across the room.
It slides against the
floor.
I watch it go away like
they all did.
I lay down on my side and
let my head touch the holy ground.
I forgot it was okay to
cry here.
I had almost forgotten
how to.
I let go. I let them all
go.
I’m waiting for someone
to knock.
I’m waiting for someone
to stay.
Someone to help me
redecorate.
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