My Room of Patience

 So many times have I sat in that dark room
  Under the table, In the cupboard.
The hours wasted in the corner
  Bored...Tired...Overwhelmed...Annoyed...Distressed
The darkness lays over
like a opaque blanket
or a blindfold that actually blocks light
Not even dust particles can shine in such a dark area
  Here no one can find me
  Or you
  As you usually sit beside me in this dark room
  But as of late the space has become more and more empty
     You have found others
And no more do you remove my blindfold when the lights return
   Or help me down when I've gone numb from pain
No longer can I hear your gentle breathing
or the soft touch on my cheek, the damp feeling of skilled lips on my neck
your aura has disappeared
    But I remain

And when the lights return
And I remove my blindfold
I dare to glance at the empty space
You have slowly become a shimmer of a memory
Your smile is a blur
Even the horrid bead I still wear to this day
  But this spot will remain forever open for your return
No matter who takes it
I don't believe I could rid you from my mind

You will forever be my room of patience

Author's Note

I suppose this is my way of letting go....