Space

I rearranged my

Bedroom today.

I moved things 

Back to where 

I liked them

To give me

Space. 

Before

I had moved 

Things

Around

To make room

For you.

I read once

That if you

Want a relationship

You

Have to 

Make space

For them

In your life

In your 

Bedroom

Which is 

Your personal 

Space.

I did this.

I made room

For you

In my personal

Space

Even though 

I was not ready.

Now as I 

Move my 

Bedroom

Around

It does not 

Matter

If I was 

Ready.

Because 

Now we

Broke up.

We 

Both 

Needed

Space.

I sat in my 

Favorite

Chair not

Letting 

Myself

Cry.

As I looked

Around

All

I 

See

Is 

Space.

And

It 

Suddenly 

Feels

Empty.