My Place of Transition

There are so many things I will never know about you.
How cold you might be in winter.
What it feels like when the radiators turn on.
How bright it might be if all the lights worked.
What the furniture would look like in different places.
Whether a change of curtains would change your personality.
What the ceiling would look like if it was fixed,
Whether it would drip more in December rain.
What it would be like to have sleepovers with old friends here,
mattresses and duvets strewn across the floor.
To have friends visit at all.
You were my place of transition.
One relationship ended and another was found.
A best friend welcomed me here,
She doesn't speak to me now.
I was neighbour to so many pieces of the past here.
I could look out my window and see the sea.
I felt safe and at peace here,
I never needed much.
You gave me enough to survive here.
You even helped me find love.
I wonder who you were before time grew on you.
Before I found you as you are now.
I like to think art was made here, and a girl sat where I do now.
The bed is back where I found it.
The sofa has it's old place.
The wardrobe is empty and waiting.
My time here hasn't left a trace.
I like to think walls absorb things,
That they listen and take life in.
May many more stories find you here.
May the new couple see you in the light I did.

Thank you for everything.