I guess,
Maybe,
I chose you.
I did not simply
Let you in.
I ushered
And pushed
And forced you
To fill the empty
Space.
Left by others.
Forgotten others.
Now,
The bars on
My heart
Are strong.
They leave
The remembered
In sight
But too far
To touch.
Because you
Have filled
Space left.
But still it remains
Empty space.