In the Space Where You Were
It doesn’t matter these days,
if I don’t check the door's shut
when I bring out the trash,
or gossip with the neighbor.
If I don’t come home for
days on end, it's no big deal.
It happens so easily, already:
this learned nonchalance
that breaks my heart anew.
Slipping in so sneakily,
without warning or regret,
in the empty space
where you once were.
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