my heart slowly empties

not because of the residents of my heart are leaving.

no no no,

I am pushing them out. 

I need this room, and this too, and definitely need this room.

rooms that once held secrets, shallow dreams, temporary emotions of joy and hurt

I need all these rooms, I'm sorry, but you all need to go. 

I am pushing them out;

because I need room.

the ocean is roaring,

the tide is coming in,

here it is.