Vacancy Poem by Patti Masterman

My heart has got a vacancy,
It's cleaning out its rooms;
One full bath and kitchenette,
Half price, till Sunday noon.

My other renter left this space,
He left in quite a hurry;
His mental state was woeful,
All conflict, angst and worry.

I had thought the suite of rooms
Was nice enough for one,
But he was heard complaining
There was not much view of sun.

He only saw the moon in there,
But kept the curtains closed;
He was afraid of neighbors stares
When he waked or dozed.

He had another life, I'm sure,
And quarters, that were better;
And so this morning, on the door
I found his dear-John letter.

So I am in the lurch you see;
I've moved his things all out.
I'd like a renter, same as he,
But now I'm filled with doubt.

Perhaps my place is too old now,
The furnishings seem worn;
And in the very midst of it-
The place feels quite forlorn.