I'll never get to
redecorate this room
if in it I still
clutter in corner huddles
the little pieces of you
I've encapsulated
in pieces of my heart
poured onto pages
writing a neverending story
to a love that
ended as soon as it began
and is only ever
everlasting when
I pen it that way
that's got to stop
today.

If ever I expect
to catch happy at
just the right glance
lit by the sun of
the joy that came flowing
in the new morning
I have to lay down to rest
these still shots
of what could have been
and what I wished for
and make some space
for the snapshots
of what is to come
to hang just as
beautifully
as did the lessons
I learned being
reflected by you
the areas I still need
to work on in me
clearly.

So I'm boxing up
tears I didn't shed
but saved to prove I could have
and set them out with the
other little trinkets
I acted as if I couldn't
part with without
losing some more pieces
of me - when really
it was holding on to
that was to blame
for the out of character
things I've recently
been prone to do
and to get out of the funk
I'd have to clean house
accept that he was a lover
not a spouse
and clear the space
on my hearts mantel
of the sketch of
his face...