Is it relaxing
or am I too paralyzed to move?
Indulging in the quiet,
finding peace in solitude,
wondering if it’s okay to take a time out.

Noticing the sounds in the house,
connecting with its aura.
Nail guns in the background,
leaves rustle by the kitche

My space
My home
The only place without memories of you
It feels clear
It feels light
It feels like mine
I don’t owe you for it
You can’t take it from me
It’s mine and mine alone
The noise
The mess
The clutter
My things

Maybe I’ll miss the place and space that was ours
But maybe I’ll love the place and space that’s mine
You’re not here and I’m not reminded of you
It’s a little box
Where I don’t have clutter in my head

Is it funny to be possessive?
Is it normal to be controlling?
Do you think before you act,
Or does impulse own you?
My body begged for rest.
My mind checked out.
My spirit fractured.
I thought I had a break.
But you were lurking,
Standing in the shadows,
Waiting for my sigh of relief,
Then you pounced.
How long can I endure this?
This obsessive affection,
This aggressive restraint,
Your all-seeing eye