Come see if you have the same kind of memories echoing in empty rooms!
You left your memories
To echo in this empty room
Each corner of which hides the
fragrance of your lilac breath
The walls capture your heels
when I held you by the waist
It feels as if this is a riverbed
of my insecurities
This empty room
It’s a result of avoidance
of my pain
It’s the culmination
of all that I dreaded
It’s the singular symbol
of my inability to love
I run around this empty space
No longer running away from you
But running away from what you meant
and how difficult it will be
to give meaning to this room again
To make this pain a memory
that only echoes in this room
and not in me
The Reluctant Poet 