Heart on Foreclosure

I was scrolling through Instagram when a creator offered the writing prompt: Where does it hurt?

It’s like you took up permanent residency in my chest

Out of sight of my 3rd eye. not seeing the clear vision of who you are,

you stopped investing in the space you took for real estate…

Owning does not equate maintenance.

So the home you built in the center of my life force has deteriorated. Hollowed. And full of empty promises + the unsaid

Mind on overdrive, hosting endless 24-hour watch parties for the missed signs

Echoes of memories, shadows ingrained in the walls of an abandoned space