board up the rooms and lock the doors

Autumn sky

Those rooms were never mine,
built especially for her,
they are now larger
and more empty
with her absence filling the space.

I understand the impulse
that would cause someone to board up rooms,
lock doors,
leaving whatever ghosts living there
to rest in peace
with dust and memories.

I can no longer stay in her rooms,
the memories are too thick
and they leave no space
to breathe.