Imples

~ The space you fill

I can still set the scene. My mind is sealed with the thought of you, like keeping the lights on in an empty room with a closed door. Ghosts can still fill a lit room. The stagnant air carries your embrace, and the memory of you is intertwined in the dust bunnies that watch me at the top of my ten-foot ceilings. The sound of your voice roams the walls, looking for ears to listen. In a room that will never be dark again, as the city lights and your lost love illuminate my comforter.

It is me and the fan ten feet above me. The rhythmic white noise reminds me of the fact you slept better with the brushing sound. I am less lonely when I have your ghost hiding in the design of my room. Your voice on the phone shocks the empty walls and sturdy sliding glass door, and I am reminded of the comfort that comes from your presence. You’re dead to this room, but the memory of you that lingers in the floorboards keeps my heart alive. Heartbreak will never win in a place that is structured on the comforting memory of you. Knowing you fill a new room will bring me peace as I fall asleep in a room you no longer recognize.