No Vacancy

My new house is beautiful --
a nice place to visit.
I have laboured mightily to create
a new Eden
far from the wastelands
of my past.

A nice place to visit.
Can I live here?
I don't know.
Not yet.

I want to be alone.
No visitors,
no chit chat,
no coffee,
no friendly smiles.
Just me, my music, and my thoughts.

I thought my heart was empty,
but it's full,
jammed to overflowing
with all I've left behind.
No vacancy.

GOD: Is there room for Me?

ME: Always.
I'm glad I brought you along.