Erosion Poem by Patti Masterman

I'm cleaning your finger smudges from my blurry eyes
I'm hiding the key I always kept by the door
Every trace I've searched for, so you will not feel welcome here.
In your restless storms, you sucked away whatever was not tied down
In your busy mind, you were busy painting me into a corner
But I slipped out of my shoes, and now I'm standing
Where you used to be, I stand inside my own self now
I'm the janitor in my own soul, and things are much clearer now
Every thing's keyed and locked, and the rooms will be silent
In the evenings, as I drink a last toast to what is no more,
And to what never was. I will dream no more dreams but my own.
Now you resemble nothing so much as an empty picture frame
In a deserted hovel, in someones nightmare-
And the sea is getting ready to swallow it whole.