Monday, March 24, 2014

Unintentional Eviction

There was a resident
In my head
For a year or more
I don't know
I don't know
But my tenant is gone
Or quiet
Either way
I can't tell if this makes me
Alone and hollow
Our just less crazy
But the withdrawal feels wrong
A calm ache in my soul
As convenient as this is
Much as I thought
This is what I needed
It's not right
And the tenant has moved on
To finer heads
I fear never to return
I'd take the storms and gut-wrench
The painful tingle in my heart
Anyday
Over this ordinary
Nothing.