"Cleaning my room" is the technical term I use when I organize my possessions and move them from one cluttered place to another.

"Moving on" is the technical term I use when I rearrange my emotional crap and escort the memory of you out of my heart.

But I don't know why I bother doing either.
By next week,
Clothes will be strewn across the floor from hasty indecision,
And my heart will lurch at every sound my phone makes in hope that it's a message from you.

"Diffusion" is the technical term scientists use when describing the motion of something moving to any area of high concentration to low.

Scientists would label "cleaning my room" and "moving on from you" as an act of diffusion.
Refreshing at first.
A breath of fresh air, perhaps.
The result is equilibrium.

"Equilibrium" is the technical term I use for "I tried to clean my room, and I tried to stop thinking of you, but nature demands balance."

The clothes in my closet cannot stay there when gravity KNOWS there's unoccupied space on the carpet.
I cannot ignore your ghost rapping on the door of my heart when it's a vacant, abandoned mine inside.
If there's too much pressure on one side of the dam,
there's going to be a flood.

The definition of "flood":
Just a whole lot of stuff everywhere.