The Most Filled Empty Room

I swear I've been here before, 

without ever having been "here" before

The feeling flooding in, more like numbing through

Like walking down the long corridor of my soul to the very end,

the most filled empty room

Comfort in the door frame of the familiar 

The door creaks under the pressure of my expectation

as if saying, "It's never too soon to be seeing you again, old friend."

I flip the light switch within this casket

The electric buzz a christening  hum

and I survey, the remnants I've stored away from prying eyes

Souvenirs of the emotional tragedies, I swear beyond this door

are no longer anywhere within me.