There is nothing for me in an empty room
But I keep coming back
Just to stand in it
To take in the four, beige walls
To lay on my back and gaze at the speckled ceiling
I tried to be as hollow as the room
To feel what it is like to be an exoskeleton of a human
How did you attempt to fill this room with boxes?
How did you attempt to fill those boxes with pieces of yourself?
I imagine this room with pictures and paintings
I imagine how it used to look, and feel, and smell
Telling myself that if I think hard enough,
You will be standing right in front of me
With your arms outstretched in a bear hug
I allowed my mind to drift to you
To remember
Just to remember
Just to try and find some clues and puzzle pieces
Just to figure out why you left.