move

Bags were filled,
strewn about,
then removed
one lovely afternoon.
So now, inside this room
there is an empty space
where he used to be.
It does not glare at me
in the way I thought
it might ~
Instead, it smiles at me
and whispers to my soul
of freedom; of possibility.
So, instead of mourning
the fresh emptiness,
I shift what remains,
make the space my very own,
and cannot help but love
the way things sit
now
for this space belongs to me,
now,
not the 'us' that was.
And I sleep so much more
soundly,
empty place in bed
barely noticed.
I smile knowing
it is only a short time
until I no longer
even think of it
again...