House Rules

We don’t speak your name in this house
All the traces of your scents
All your words, all the memories
Just frames on the walls of my mind
Only moods to figure it out
All the ways we could’ve stayed
On time, but the ticks are explosions
Cascading my climb
I tried so hard
To give you
Space
Give you a chance
To be free
On your own
Your space
You keep talking
About all this
Space you want
It feels like a front to me
I don’t need
Your smiles
Your hugs
Your pop-up sprees
Your calls to see
What’s up
When you thinking
Of me
I don’t need to know
Your story
No no no
No, no no
Can it just be done?
Can we just be done?
Can we?