Dreaming Big
  • Home
    • Staff
    • Members Only
  • Contact
  • Our Books
    • Non Fiction
    • Fiction
    • Poetry
    • Children's Books
    • Audio Books
  • Coming Soon
  • Blog
  • Opportunities
    • Call For Submissions
    • Submissions Guidelines
    • FAQ
  • Gifts and More

'Move-Out Day' by Elizabeth de Leon

5/31/2016

0 Comments

 
Move-out Day
Elizabeth de Leon
 
We found each other’s hearts: opened them up and made them home.
Stretched our legs, rested them on the coffee table, made our bed and laid in it.  
 
Pushed out the walls. Punched holes for air. Let the sun in.
Let the dust gather.
(It gets crowded when you move in somewhere meant for constant renovation).
 
Hopes and dreams, stapled up against the walls of each chamber.
Cuts and broken pieces mended by clear duct tape.
You pretend they’re not there.
 
But move out day arrives, furniture never used left behind,
and the scratches on the floor where we left them untouched.
You took our hopes and dreams with you, 
unhooked all the pictures on our walls,
but left the nails. 
 
So I change the bed sheets, wash off our days and nights,
vacuum the rug and wipe away the dust. 
 
Now I watch you walk out the door I unlocked for you
and down the street we paved.
 
You
packed both sets of keys and then lost them on the train.
You
left the room cold, so that my muscles would ache the same way
You
did.  
 
The ghosts of your routines still floating around,
they keep me awake and light up
Every
dark
corner.
 
You call them away. You move out.
 
Now someone took your side of the room,
responding to a sign
I didn’t remember I posted.
 
They sweep up my mistakes;
call the stretch marks you made tiger stripes.
The dust doesn’t collect.
Sutures up the rips and the tears.
Disinfects the cuts from the sharp edges of your words,
ices the bruises from bumping into your jaded desires.
 
They fill your side of the bed,
hold me from falling out my favorite window.
I change the lock
and make a new set of keys.
Keys are exchanged but still their door is always open,
you scarred mine shut.
 
So I unhinged the door,
 
pulled it off the frame
 
let them walk in.
 
Now I have a toothbrush in their mind and a drawer in their atrium.
 
We live in each other.
 
There is no move out day.
 
 
0 Comments



Leave a Reply.

    Archives

    January 2022
    December 2021
    October 2021
    September 2021
    August 2021
    June 2021
    April 2021
    February 2021
    November 2020
    October 2020
    September 2020
    August 2020
    July 2020
    June 2020
    May 2020
    April 2020
    March 2020
    February 2020
    January 2020
    December 2019
    November 2019
    October 2019
    September 2019
    August 2019
    July 2019
    June 2019
    May 2019
    April 2019
    March 2019
    February 2019
    January 2019
    December 2018
    October 2018
    September 2018
    August 2018
    July 2018
    June 2018
    May 2018
    April 2018
    March 2018
    December 2017
    November 2017
    October 2017
    September 2017
    August 2017
    July 2017
    June 2017
    May 2017
    April 2017
    March 2017
    February 2017
    January 2017
    December 2016
    November 2016
    October 2016
    September 2016
    August 2016
    July 2016
    June 2016
    May 2016
    April 2016
    March 2016
    February 2016
    January 2016
    December 2015
    November 2015
    October 2015
    September 2015
    August 2015
    July 2015
    June 2015
    May 2015
    April 2015

    RSS Feed

    Picture
    Picture
    Challenge Participant
    Parajunkee Design
    I review for BookLook Bloggers
    Professional Reader
    Book Reviewer Sign Up

    1888PressRelease
    YA Bound Book Tours

Services

Ask A Therapist
Blog
Our Books
Coming Soon

Company

About Us
Staff
​

Support

Contact
FAQ

Find and follow us on social media 
© COPYRIGHT 2015. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.