Canvas

I have discarded 
each and everything 
ever procured during 
the presence of 
another every piece 
of furniture trinket 
picture clothing book
shoe glass dish 
pan paper pen
I am now 
my own blank
canvas upon which 
to paint anything 
with any colors 
absent from lines
which to follow 
I have now
built my sanctuary 
which reflects only 
me remember that 
things are not 
memories things don’t 
have memories only 
people have them 
don’t keep things 
that remind you 
of anyone else 
for both those 
and them aren’t 
thinking about you