I made too much room,
In my home with no foundation;
For a person who
Didn’t plan on paying rent,
Didn’t intend on using the dresser drawer-
that I reserved for them,
Who didn’t want to furnish the basement.
I made too much space,
In my life with an tentative driveway;
For a person who
Put me on the back burner,
Put me on bottom shelf of the broken bookcase,
Who put me in second place.
That house is no longer up for sale-
Highest bidder agreed-
“‘Twas time to go-”
“Mmhmm.” I replied, scanning the roof shingles, hanging on by one collective nail, awaiting a big bad wind to blow it down, lifting up from its place ever so slightly knowing it must stay put til’ told to let go.
Like Pipes in Winter, I burst.
Like Dawn at 5, I break.
Like Doves in the Wind, I release.