You, my friend,
have established permanent residency
in my heart.
You have moved in;
at some point
(unexpected, perhaps, but hardly surprising)
you backed up the U-Haul of your marrow
and unloaded into this modest space
that I hadn't realized
I'd prepared for you--
a vase of flowers,
a shelf of books...
And were you to vanish tomorrow,
from our shared exterior life
you would live on
in the room forever kept for you.
Text and image © 2016 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.