That space is vacant,
It used to be filled with furniture,
Your mahogany table of patient
Your bed of love
Your chair of comfort
Your closet of fear
Your satin curtains of grace
Your flowery wallpaper of anxiety
That space used to be full,
Now you gone and left me empty.
I tried furnishing it
I remember mimicking the exact position
Yet empty is still the main colour
I renovated everything
Keeping the memory but changing the decoration
It feels good
Knowing I can move on
Knowing I can love others
Different it may be but
It suffice knowing
That somewhere you were treated
With love and kindness
p.s - Have a good day everyone,
know that holiday is coming to an end,
prepare for the worst.
