Monday, January 8, 2018

No Vacancy



Sorry, there is no vacancy in my heart

No subletting space to you, even briefly

I am not willing to take the chance



When we were together, married

I always had room for you, availability

I’d let you stay in my mind, and you would sting me



Now the chamber of my heart that was

Exclusively reserved for you is

Permanently occupied by indifference
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