My bones ache from all
the cleaning I've done.
I've cleaned up all the dust
and finally hit the floorboards that
I always tell myself that I’m going to clean.
The patches in my life that always seem to be going right, until I look closer.
I've picked up and sorted through
all the clothes I've let pile up
on the couch.
The clothes that have waited
for someone to come in and take
the place of.
I've cleaned between the cracks
of the tiles in the kitchen
and scrubbed down the walls
Of my heart.
Although I am tired, I still keep going.
I haven't felt
this way in a long time.
I feel alive,
making room in my heart for someone new.
I've gotten rid of
all the things that I thought
held meaning in my life.
The ghost of the person I thought
I was, now in the trash.
I hear him screaming,
waving his hands around, asking hey what happened.
I am making room for you in my heart
with every intention
of hoping that you'll stay.
Or at the very least, leave a part of you
With me.
I've cleaned between the cracks
of the tiles in the kitchen
and scrubbed down all the walls,
Even the parts behind the furniture.
I am ready, whenever you are
comfortable enough to move in.
I'll even help unpack
