Moving

There used to be days 

when I wished I could drown 

inside this bleached house
when I would want to become 

one 

with the white walls

There used to be days 

when I would loathe this bleached house.
When I would tear its walls 

to gasp for air

Nowadays 

I do not care for the bleached house 

anymore

I once thought that 

the white 

on the walls 

was a choice
not the lack of  life

I will miss the person I was
when I was with you

not specific parts

just the wider picture

I will never be the same person again

That is what it means to leave
and this part of me
will always miss the part of you

This part of me
will be forgotten
hidden away
behind my heart
my lungs
my every thought
generously making space

Someday this part
will become that part

I will not be able to recall how much I love you
but I will love you;
like a little sun
it will shrink and then explode
and it will be majestic;

there will be little parts of you
all inside of me
and will finally find the place they deserve.

Peter Wever Art via Elena-(Livia) D-LinkedIn