All The Things I Did When I Moved Here For You

November 26, 2018





Not all art needs a face. The author of this poem decided to remain anonymous, and I'm respecting that decision.  If you have any kind words you'd like me to share with the creator, feel free to contact me.  Enjoy!



I had an empty home, once, but I can’t remember

When I left it.

I left my empty home on the corner of Runaway Bay Drive

On the second floor


Where we once thought to order dangling lights

(The bulb kind)                                       

But the only thing that hung on our second-story

Porch was a half-holey net to block mosquitos.

You didn’t even hang it


I think I left my empty home with the wood-burning

Fireplace when my clothes stopped fitting

In the closet, because your shoe collection got too big

It’s okay – I made room outside in spider-homed storage

Next to your golf clubs and fifty-dollar Craigslist bike.

My mom used to visit, but she never knew my address

Because you told me not to tell

My parents we were living together

My parents are irrational, you said,


I want you to know that when I left

My empty home I didn’t sleep

For 105 days – I counted.

My skin crawled

And while I bruised and bled from scratching

For eight months straight, itching doctors

To believe I had lymphoma, or blood disease, or allergies, or eczema

It was you that caused the itching.

I don’t remember when I left my empty home,

But when I did I found a home in a sport

I never played – they even asked me to come back.

I found a home with cracked windows and wind

Whistling through the construction site on 1st Ave.

I found a full home when I danced on the bar at Standard Hall

With strangers – strangers who now house me

Protect me

Support me

I had an empty home once, where my bed laid untouched

In the den because your bed was bigger.

I keep my own feet warm now.

I don’t know when I left my empty home

But, since then, I’ve written poems

In Iceland and Ireland, 

Danced with Australian’s

Kissed a boy – and not just because.

I’ve been accepted into graduate school

Run a half marathon

Held a two-day-old and never thought about your baby.

I left our empty home

Two houses and two apartments ago.

My fireplace is lit with candles.


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