How do I move forward?
The space that I created specifically for him when he first arrived in my life is still intact.
There’s a whiff of his scent in the corner
where he used to sit with me and listened to the stories that often unraveled.
His warmth is still on the table
where he occasionally rested his elbows in order to perfectly position his face to gaze at me.
On the floor,
stains of blue acrylic paint can be seen made from the time he tried to re-create a sunny day for me
when all I saw was gray clouds.
When he left,
he didn’t have the courtesy to take back what he has given me.
How do I move forward
when there are bits of him floating in the space I made just for him?