I knew it was over
When you weren't
Scared or shaking
When you looked
Determined and sad
Standing there
Close yet distant
And said
Softly and intimately
"I'll miss you"

I wanted to find
The perfect word
To describe my misery
But the only word I found
Was your name

I have made
So many excuses for you
That you were busy
That you were tired
You had other priorities
You needed to focus on
Not today, maybe tomorrow
Not right now, just bad timing
I made so many excuses
But you had no excuse
To abandon me

You left without telling me

When am I supposed to

Stop thinking about you

I am the draft in the hallway,
the door that never shuts quite right.
You step inside,
but the warmth slips away—
I cannot hold it.

I paint the walls in vibrant hues,
yet when I turn,
the colors are already fading,
peeling into cracks
I can never seal.

I fill the rooms with furniture,
trying to make this place ours,
but I drape them in white sheets,
leaving them to gather dust.

You open the windows wide,
and I pull the curtains closed.
You knock at the door,
and I cannot always let you in.

And sometimes I fear
I’ve trapped us in this hollow place,
when you deserve a home
and not these half-lived walls
between here and nowhere.

I wonder if one day
you’ll walk these empty halls
and decide not to return
because I never learned
how to make a house a home.