There is nothing left.

 
There is nothing left.
I’ve thrown out the furniture
the jewelry, the photos, the bed
even my spare set of socks
for all of this takes up space
which you, the God of infinity, plan to fill
and so I sweep my empty floor
seeking to give you all the space I have
for the width of a hair is too much to keep
for the width of a hair is too much to keep.
 
 
© Meisaan Chan
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