When they leave....

I am gobsmacked. Flabbergasted. Dumbfounded. People enter your life, and your heart reacts. It slowly makes more space for yet one more. My heart is like the walk-in closet I'd love to have; endless space, plush velvet, silky stuff all over and adaptable, flexible, it can make space for one more. And it did. But now... there lies an empty space. A dent in the velvet, and a crease where the silky garment lay, an empty hanger. A stark reminder of what perhaps was not to be. For two years plus it's happily found its space. Not anymore. I do not take very well to separations, it is something which will forever get under my skin. I barely have the strength to write. Yet people are in and out of relationships like running water. Because it is all very well trying to squeeze you into my close, but what happens when I am left with an empty space? And what happens when the space is a poignant memory of times good and bad. And what about me? What happens when they leave?