Saying there is a hole
in my heart would imply
you complete me.
No, that isn’t so.
Better for me to say
the space for you remains,
but your belongings are
gone.
You will visit, but not stay.
Hearing my voice echo
off the walls
will take getting used to.
The distance
I made between us
will take getting used to.
My solace will come in
the rearranging,
the redecorating,
the repainting.
My solace is that
I will eventually adapt.