My Rooms/Our Rooms/The Rooms

Last month, I found out how long I can be

In places there's not really room for me,

Places full of foreign memories

That aren't mine and don't make sense to me.

Last week, I found out what a jerk I am

If things go differently when I actually plan:

Intended kindness seems for the birds

Once all disappointment breeds bitter words.

This week, I moved into my own place,

My brand new home-sweet-empty-space.

Next week, I plan to remove all doubt

That I'm most at home when alone and spread out.