A word I cannot escape.
It crosses my mind with its bags
I watch from the window
As it climbs the stairs.
What are you doing?
I ask.
Moving in.
There’s no room
I say.
Make room.
Please leave, I’m doing well
I don’t want you here.
Face me then.
I won’t leave until you do.
How? I ask.
I don’t know what to do.
It empties the drawers now.
Unpacking, growing.
Taking up space.
It pours itself a drink,
Sits on the sofa
As if this is home.
Face me.
I can’t, I told you.
The word stares.
Sips.
You can, you just don’t want to.