Rent

Now that your gone a hollow space lingers in the deepths of my heart...
I miss you.
I asked you to stay but the obviously the demand wasn't stern enough
Hard enough....
Meaningful...enough....
Pounding depression regrets and denial. She isn't gone! She's just taking time off.
Lying to myself. With what help; my mind believing the lies I'm feeding.
Starving foe truth.
What's the use? Pointless fight through the night. While time speeds through on a steady flight....
I still miss you...
Acceptance will never know me. I refuse to let you die. Mentally.
The empty space travels daily in my heart.
I'm not giving this space away anymore. So when the next person leaves me I can simply tell myself...
I have room for rent......