Wind whispers through fields of flowers.
Petals carried by the breeze.

Shivers
And pebbled skin.

Classic watercolors fill the walls,
Careful strokes, built over time.

Too pretty not to share,
Gifting to appreciative friends.

Until only one remained,
Memories of love linger.

Freshly painted white walls
Beams of sunlight dance.

The one piece remains,
Highlighted in the expanse.

Satisfying.
Yet not enough.

Not emptiness,
But space.

Not a void,
But opportunity.

While counting daily steps,
Exploring a local gallery

Hidden in a corner,
Ensnaring my attention,

Black and white photography,
Exposed and unseen.

Alighting curiosity,
Lip caught between teeth.

Evaluating the cost,
Weighing the value.

Plotting the placement,
Clashing with the other.

Hanging it on the opposite wall
An attempt at balance.

It did not fill the space,
It added to the room.

Two walls.
Two perspectives.

In time,
Another curated work.

One wall remained empty.
Open for the future.

From an overfilled room
To a bountiful heart.

Room For Polyamory is a reflection on making space for a life that fits, while still honoring what came before.

This poem uses the metaphor of a home and its artwork to explore love, connection, and abundance.

The room is about both the physical space and the capacity, permission, and emotional space to love more than one person.

The poem is not about throwing away the beautiful things we inherited. Some ideas, traditions, and loves are meaningful, even if they no longer belong in the center of the room. Like cherished artwork, they can be appreciated and given a place where they can be seen clearly.

The empty walls are not a void; they are a possibility. Creating a more curated life takes patience, reflection, and careful choices. New perspectives do not erase the old ones; they create a larger, richer gallery.

It is a journey from a room that felt overfilled to a heart with space to breathe, explore, and grow.