Assonance of Moving

This did start off as prose, but for one reason or another has simply fallen into verse – probably the Sylvia (Plath) film I watched in the midst of depression, which has lead me to carrying a book of her poetry round with me now like some sort of safety blanket.

Assonance of Moving
by Holly Dicker

On Monday 1st June I moved
Out of my flat, out of my home.
The Monday prior,
My flatmate moved out,
Back to her home
And I was alone.

I have a boyfriend. But then he left,
Left me alone to sit on my own
And worry about that.
And worry about this
And this
And that.

On Monday 1st June I moved
Into my office, into my abyss.
The Monday prior
When my flatmate moved out?
I sat in my “home”,
Crying alone.

I wouldn’t have cared,
I wouldn’t have cried,
I’m made from blacker things inside
But sat in my “home” alone, alone,
Not eating, not sleeping,
Just drinking and drinking,

Drinking to sleep
And then waking alone,
Waking at 4 in the bed on my own
Was too much to bear,
Too much to take
So now I sleep on a sofa instead.