A reluctant memory
That fades or collects
Like the dust in the
Apartment I left
Only time will tell
I moved all of my things
You moved all of your things in too
You let me utilize
A room to myself
In exchange for the decor you loved
You made it seem simple
I stressed a lot
I tore down the paintings
The ones we'd just bought
You entered a drought
Shutting your loved ones out (including me)
I tried to tread water
While feeling the coral
Brush up against my feet
When one thing ends
Another begins
Or stalls in the doorway
Without words to say
A reluctant memory
That fades or collects
Like the dust in the
Apartment I left
Only time will tell
I've been in love with the idea of it
Rather than the reality of what is and what could be
That one too many times I'd let my alcohol induced eyes
Form possibilities instead of room for longevity