An Empty Space

A poem about the void in the heart when the one you love leaves

I came across this place
that seemed to suddenly appear.
The door was closed.
How long has it been here?
The door creaked when I opened it.
No light shone in the room.
Dust covered every surface.
It felt like a tomb.
I walk around,
each memory flooding back.
Our first kiss, our first dance,
our dreams that could be carried
in a knapsack.
I was okay when you left,
I didn't allow myself to think.
But now that this door is open,
all I want to do is weep.
But I will not allow it.
I will consume the pain.
The quiet will have to stay quiet.
I will re-close the door to this empty space.