THE TENAN
By Na Ng
, There is no room for you
in my heart. The only tenant
who ever lived there left
some luggage behind.
I didn’t even evict her. She 5
simply left without a word.
The poem I keep hoping she will come
back and collect the luggage
or at least arrange for disposal
clean out the place, throw out
old memories.
I could possibly live with
The marks on the walls. Some
are completely indelible
some I even like. 1
But you see I am afraid that
If it all goes, what will I do
With all that empty space.
By Na Ng
, There is no room for you
in my heart. The only tenant
who ever lived there left
some luggage behind.
I didn’t even evict her. She 5
simply left without a word.
The poem I keep hoping she will come
back and collect the luggage
or at least arrange for disposal
clean out the place, throw out
old memories.
I could possibly live with
The marks on the walls. Some
are completely indelible
some I even like. 1
But you see I am afraid that
If it all goes, what will I do
With all that empty space.
