There are people who have come
into my life
and made their own space,
a room of sorts,
and they decorate it with their own pictures,
a table, some books
a few items that say
I am here
for a while.
Some people take a seat on the couch
for a cup of coffee...
but they don't bring any chairs or pictures.
They might carry a mug for the visit
but they take it with them when they leave.
There have been some who just needed to take
something from my life,
so I gave them a few
of my blankets, my favorite plates, my bookshelf.
Maybe I gave them more than they deserved
but I didn't know that at the time.
These people sometimes leave
marks on the walls, scratches on the floor,
a mess in your heart.
You are building a home in my life.
Not a room, not a spot on the couch,
but your own home.
You take up so much space,
sometimes it scares me, so vast,
but the most beautiful space...
so different than the others.
There are windows and light and
it's always changing, growing and
more of yourself here each day.
It doesn't feel crowded or stuffy
even in the darkest of times.
It's warm, cozy...
safe and strange all at once...
and I never want you to take your pictures,
your coffee mug,
or any of the pieces of you.
Stay for longer than a while.
All Rights Reserved Chrissy Sorensen for The Lioness Project Poetry www.tlppoetry.com