Evicted.

Someday,

when your youth is no longer thirsty,

As you nestle into bed,

after a long, hard day,

and you turn to your left,

I hope You think of Me.

Of the space between your shoulder and the pillow,

The one I called Home.

The only calm I ever had –

The only calm I ever sought.

I’d picked out rings, the flowers and my dress,

When I learnt I was being evicted.

I will never understand why,

I wont ever understand how,

In a heartbeat, maybe three,

My Home was now Hers.

But You stood there beautifully,

Now many miles between us.

Calmer than You’ve ever been,

You said howling wasn’t necessary.

For you were a luxury I could never afford.