I want to dump out the junk drawer
Remove all those bent up memories
Throw out the tidbits of promises
You see I want space
I want build a place for friends
You know those people that care
You know a true support system
I want a spot for them to hang out
And yes they understand
They may have to help me
With the clean up of emotional aftermath
From a three month, five year,
Three text too many relationship mishaps
You see I want them to have a place to crash too
When home isn’t quite right, and the day is howling at their door
I want them to know, there is a place
With me, so–
I need to remove the clutter
Get rid of the childhood dream bottle caps
The first date remnants and the bad work day residue
So I can make the space for those special few
Poetic Trials 