When the room is empty,
and the people have left
and you’re waiting, wondering,
what will come next?
A haven of memories,
long phone calls and late-night dances
hard work and parades of tears
then left with hardly a glance.
So many firsts
trapped in one room
the thoughts and the feeling,
stuck in its loom.
It’s no longer yours,
the decorations pulled down,
bare and barren just like when you moved in,
might never have left your hometown.
