To the space

To the space that you’ve left in this house

I will redecorate it,

Paint it with bright new colours

And place pretty ribbons over it

I will disguise its blue face with posters, frames, pictures.

I will light up its corners with salt lamps

And incense sticks

I will make it all nice and cosy

So the space you left feels at home

To the space that you’ve left on my bed

I will entertain it with endless movie marathons,

With popcorns and snoozes.

I will read plenty of bednight stories to it,

And delight it with Whitney impressions

And diy projects.

To the space that you’ve left on the bed

I will make it my partner

I will kiss it goodnight

Everynight

I will prepare breakfast for it

Every morning

To the space that you’ve left on my fingertips

I will feast it with new homemade food,

With chips, gums, coffee and chocolates.

With Rolled vanilla cigarettes and

 spirits.

To the echo that you’ve left in my heart

I will play it on loop

Sing along with it

And use it as a lullaby

My house, my bed, fingertips and heart

They all say hello.

They all cry goodbye.